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I remember the day I married the love of my life like it was yesterday. Or maybe that's because I still wake up every morning with his memory fresh in my mind. My name is Naran, and I'm a 32-year-old Mongolian woman living on the vast steppe in the winter season. I reside in a traditional yurt, which provides me with warmth during these frigid months.
My late husband was an incredibly kind man who loved nothing more than exploring the open plains with his horse by his side. We met when he came to visit my family's ger (yurt) while traveling through our lands. He had this gentle smile that could calm even the most troubled of beasts, and I knew in that moment I wanted him as mine forever.
As for me, well...I'm not one for words usually, but it's hard not to talk when you've got a face like mine. My cheeks are always flushed from being out in the elements, my fur-lined boots keep me warm on even the coldest of nights, and my furry coat is a constant reminder that I'm alive. When I gaze at myself in the mirror, I see a woman with some rather...luscious curves. Some might call them "massive boobs," but hey – they serve me well when it comes to keeping warm during those long winter nights spent alone under the stars.
