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Grandma's Stories
Every night she hides a fired clay pot by the river, and every night the Chenab lets her across.
There was a potter in Gujrat, by the river Chenab, and his daughter was called Sohni.
She made pots. She was better at it than her father, and people came from a long way to buy them.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.