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By Lydia Date: 2002 Apr 01 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.01.16.02.19808]] |
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Again, you are not home. I retreat to places where I feel safe: corner cart for supper alone, drugist for a sleeping potion, cinema for a refreshing laugh. Each day, I eat noodles in broth from the Chinese man down the way. This is what it feels like to cry. |