Imagine a green valley,
slightly longer than wide. Weaving through the middle is the Song Re
running shallow over rocks and rapids during the dry season but
fierce and often impossible to ford in the rainy season.
The floor of the valley has the terrain of a golf
course, rolling into terraced rice paddies at the bottoms of
the mountains ringing the valley.
The Hre Montagnard villages perch clean and tiny on small
looking like a child’s story of fairy-tale houses in a fairy-tale
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