February 2012
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Today I shared with a friend one of my most treasured stories from Vietnam. It’s one of those stories that as it was happening, the events transpired before my eyes through an old film lens, frame by frame flickering on. Then, after it happened, I carefully folded the memory and stored it away in my box of memories labeled “Precious.”
It involves a boy and a girl. The girl, she’s someone I’d call...
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