Sunday, August 17, 2014

17 Aug. Walking home. Train tracks.

We walk home and cross the rail line as we do, complete with sophisticated signaling.
Then down the street of lights, street of Tupperware, street of door handles, street of tin and wire mesh, then at last to our street, the street of dried herbal medicines... a very distinct smell.

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