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The bell noises of the sheep were occasionally mixed with the thin, trembling, and pitiful voices of the lambs searching for their lost mothers.
Shepherd Ali, advancing among them, had come to the middle of the flock.
He slowed down...
He didn't feel like taking another step.
He stood still.
Karabash, who was coming alongside him, had also stopped.
He kept his eyes on Ali, wagging his tail from side to side, showing that he was waiting for orders.
Shepherd Ali sighed deeply.
He filled his chest cavity with the fresh, cool morning breeze, occasionally mixed with the very light smell of wool and manure.
He had come to the pasture early today.
He was distressed.
He couldn't go and sit down as usual.
Even though he didn't blow, he took his flute in his hand couldn't sit on the cherry laurel tree...
