Peanut brittle

A quiet day at the office. R is back from her singles tour to Vietnam. Describes her dismay at the noise and commercialism and crowded chaotic roads, her delight at the friendly people great food and low prices. Cellophane-packed peanut brittle and candied pineapple bits in the kitchen for colleagues.

Like looking the wrong way down a telescope at your alien exotic mundane distant halfway home.

 

Inches from

your front wheel a magpie skims

across the trail

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