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Mira loved the storks. As a child she watched them land with the solemnity of old travelers, and she named them like neighbors: Jarek, Ana, the big one with a crooked wing she swore was called Night. She learned the patterns of their migration the way others learned recipes: which wind brought who, what reed signaled an early brood. They measured her life in seasons—arrivals, clattering nests, fledglings’ first flight. When she married Luka beneath the plum tree and the birds cawed approval from the eaves, she believed the rhythm would never break. vratice se rode english subtitles