71Memories of Viet Nam
It’s that time of year when the heat vanishes with the sun, the breeze whipping up the change in temperature. We’re sitting in the dark, and he’s whispering. I can see the tears suspended in his...
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71It’s that time of year when the heat vanishes with the sun, the breeze whipping up the change in temperature. We’re sitting in the dark, and he’s whispering. I can see the tears suspended in his...
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