Imagine a green valley, slightly longer than wide. Weaving through the middle is the Song Re river, 
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 hills, 
looking like a child’s story of fairy-tale houses in a fairy-tale valley.

 

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