A Bowl from the Shiny Pot

I walk into the little tent. It smells musty as though the rays of the sun haven't peeked through this place for decades. "You are on time as always." I look in the direction of the voice. I see the bent lady with wrinkled skin stirring a pot of shiny liquid with a bamboo ladle.... Continue Reading →

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