Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Taishan 2003

Toisan. 1-31-03

My mother's village is a maze of narrow walkways between brick buildings. I would hear people saying that they remember me from 15 years previous and who I was related to. The man in the dark attire looked like he was carrying something in his right hand. It was only when I zoomed in on the monitor that I found that he was not carrying anything. It was just a chicken walking behind him.

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