Let me tell you a story.
It all started with a short walk that turned into a long one, until the kilometers just kept on adding up. By the Pear River he and I walked –
Through the blistering heat of noon,
By the vibrant canvas of sunset,
Shivering a bit from the cold of winter nights,
Basking in the silence of balmy summer dawns.
Somewhere along those kilometers, I chanced upon the glorious sight of his grey eyes, flecked with yellow looking so ardent as he explained the elements of what makes a sunset beautiful (“It’s not the sun per se, but the perfect merging of wispy clouds and fiery lavender skies”) and I knew…
I was forever lost in his depths, like a coin tossed into the murky waters of the Zhu Jiang.
Little did I know, somewhere along the countless backstreets, parks, markets, temples, and…
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