Prayer Wheels and Motorbikes
May 7th 2007 I watched as she spotted the small black strand of hair camouflaging itself as a noodle, shrugged her shoulders as she fished it out and continued to delicately manipulate another chopstick portion to her mouth. I wanted to dance but decided against it, this bowl was hard-earned. And this trip was for her. We set out from Xining on an overnight bus and I vacillated between uncontrollable giggles
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