Awa knew she was late With her little hands and feet immersed in the banks of the river that runs through her village she sorted the colors of the earth into little pots from yellow to red from red to brown And that rainbow was hers alone Sister Bintou reminds her they need to hurry because the women of the village are already at work and new colors are also appearing in their pestles But what important thing will the people of the village do wit...
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