Inside the humble shelter, where light filters softly through woven walls, a group of men gathers on the woven mat, forming a quiet circle of camaraderie. Their faces bear the lines of experience, hands weathered by years of toil, yet here, within this moment, time seems to slow. The game of cards unfolds—not as mere entertainment but as a ritual of connection, a respite from the demands of life outside.
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