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“Did you crush the garlic?  Did you tell it it would never amount to anything?” I asked Ming. He was standing by the bed, eating a carrot.  I was lying on the bed with my feet on two pillows, in the half-dark.  “Yes,” he said. “Did you chop the carrots?” “Yes.” “Did you slice the… Read More »

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I love cicadas

rest Hey, reader Friend.  I was lying in bed–my feet were up on two pillows, and I was resting. That’s my favorite thing.  Ming visited me; then he left.  I had the fans turned off, and the ac was off. I was like, is it cooling down?  It’s almost August.  I had this little hope,… Read More »