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days like this make you want to live forever. cool breezes seem to follow you everywhere and people seem to smile a bit more broadly.

trees all dance in the wind and ants seem to have a bit of a shuffle in their step. bicycles seem to be the best way of getting around but you really don’t even notice the rumble of motorcycles. food bubbles in your bowl and life is generally sweeter.

the vast, blue, vietnaemse sky is the same sky that watched over me when i was a young boy in harleysville. the stars still come out at night; a quadrillion security guards with lanterns. the moon still peers down like one giant, white pupil. the pupil of god.

i’m so wonderfully small on this huge planet. i’m so wonderfully huge in this room. i’m so wonderfully weathered and yet so beautifully innocent. vietnamese people think just like me. they’re shaped by their bowls of rice and noodles. i was shaped by potato pie and shoofly. they’re molded by mosquito nets and ancestral alters. i was molded by heavy, hand-made quilts and an arching graveyard that you could see from our kitchen window.

this world’s a wonderful place if you let it be.