Water
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my ole friend, I come to talk with you again. We all know the tune. That which resonates and recalls of years past. The familiarity against the unknown. Familiar darkness, receding into that comfort zone, the cocoon. Farthest corner would be that mother’s womb: where it all began. Rocking motion, complete safety and insulation. That’s…
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I jumped on the divan and sat in the middle of it, as far away from the rising water as possible. For a 3 year-old, the sight of water everywhere must be frightening. Water like what was brought in yesterday by the storm. Saigon was hit direct. Trees toppled and treasure lost. The French architect planned…
Thang Nguyen 555 