Ball Games in Bagan
August 22nd 2005 Our eyes met and the clouds parted.
Like a choreographed dance, she moved towards me and I took a step back, our bodies in perfect unison. She reached for my breast but I turned away, not tonight. This one wasn't going to have me easily this night.
A cry from the crowd and my gaze was averted. She stepped in and pinned the paper butterfly to my shirt "for good luck."
"I give you present, no
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