Today is Sunday in Hanoi. The season is winter. Coming from the Philippines, I should welcome and enjoy ...
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Poetry and Mary Oliver. Source.I cannot recount the times I turned to written words to save me ...
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6 in the morning, 21 degrees another morning in Hanoi puts me at ease.Scrambled eggs, fried rice, 20-minute yoga ...
One warm and cool Saturday, I joined a writing session of the Hanoi Writing Group. Every Saturday, ...
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