Suzhou born and bred
December 12th 2010 It is 4am. The rain wakes me as it will when it is pelting down on a thousand old hollow clay plant pots – the fabric of my roof.
I think of the last two days and my friend who lives in the old lanes in Suzhou.
Within the first two days of arriving back in Suzhou, I went to see him but he wasn’t in. I waited by his door then knocked on the next door, the home of his mother but she wasn’t
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