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The Yaghnob Valley is a place where the air remembers. Wind moves across stone, and plants that once fed generations still emerge from high mountain soil. But fewer people recognize them now. What once was knowledge — of herbs, animals, snowlines, and shadows — is now becoming memory. And memory, if left uncared for,…
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In the steep, folded terrain of the Yaghnob Valley, climate is not a constant. It changes ridge by ridge, slope by slope, ledge by ledge. One village sits in constant wind; the next in a pocket of frost. Where the sun melts snow before noon on one field, its neighbor may remain frozen well…