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Published: October 13th 2009
A Chinese Bride to be
contemplating the colour greenA Chinese bride to be, contemplating the colour green
That on the day I tell the man that I most want to be with that I am leaving, he declares he wants to know me
Two friends biking in the early autumn breeze
A death wreath pinned to the bed of the dead man
The sound of rain on my Chinese roof tiles and no other sound - nothing
The bridal veil placed in position
A cat when it paws the air in pleasure
A tear from a tiny dog’s eye
Hearing Lao Wang explain that I am his sister
Laughing till you cry
Time healing
A man singing to me, for me
Cultures mingling until they are one
Touching the sleeping cat at the end of my bed with my toe
The comfortable feeling around good people
Experiencing a full corona in total darkness and in absolute silence
Letting a man’s hair down and it falls way past his waist
Catching an over night train and waking in a new place
Gift giving
Opening a new
120 roll film and its smell seeping out
Forgetting what time it is, what day it is, what month it is
The deep yellow of the perfect ball chrysanthemum
A surprise visit
An ancient English crystal casting a rainbow
The call of the vendor in the lane
The master, his eyes, his hands, his every move
The woman, deep in timeless movement
Sheffield steel knives on fine tables in Shanghai
Something up your sleeve
The sound from acoustic guitars
Bending time, borrowing time
Taking it slowly like water and not like fire
Leaving noisily, arriving silently
Distasteful things Lying
Stealing
Cowardice
Spitting
Not taking responsibility
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