VIETNAM | Friday, 19 Apr 2013 | Views [217] | Scholarship Entry
I can still hear the crumpling of these same old pants. The room-sized house kept on emitting a smell of freshly-made concrete, alongside an hint of old fish sauce. The stooped grandma was stitching by the door, as a sentinel ready to warn the lame ... Read more >
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