A room of one's own
May 20th 2009 My life is a work in progress.
If I think it is on track, someone or something else changes it. If I am trackless, a route appears.
We live and learn.
I find myself in the coins in his collection, in the bells around Lao Wang’s dog’s necks, in the mirror in Cai Gen Lin’s shop, in Song Song’s bed, in the opening of a door to a new home, in the reflected rainbows across the walls from the
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