Shape of Sorrows

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　　"What's he making?" I asked, turning over on my back.

　　"A little calf for my cow," Mae said. "It died a couple of month ago. The calf, I mean. Poor thing. Now the mother pines and pines. Listen, you can still hear her . . ."

Dreams

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They said mine is a ravaged land,
Scarred and broken by hate---
On a path to self-extermination.
Yet no other place
So resembles my dream of heaven.
The lotus fields that cradle my home
Each flower a reincarnated spirit---
Or perhaps, like me,
A child who wishes to be reborn
Should dreams become possible again.

Everything is Connected

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"Life is like that." Papa turned once again to the Mekong. "Everything is connected, and sometimes we, like little fishes, are swept up in these big and powerful currents. Carried far from home..."

"If the river brought us here," I ventured tentatively, "then when it reverses course, it'll carry us back."