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Christmas Eve Morning

  I wake to the village roosters echoing their morning cry up and down the street. They never stop crowing, really.  Or if they do, its for only an hour at 2am. But the cock-a-doodle-doos are more prolific in the wee hours of the morning. At 5am the streets are already populated. A boat chugs...

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Duyen Learns English

Her front wheel wobbled the teeniest bit as she made the sharp turn off the dusty asphalt and onto the dirt path. The drop off was always the same – and it always caught her off guard. Her long white ao dai danced behind her as she hopped off the bike and scampered into her...

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These Days

Jet lag kept me from sleeping. I rolled over and checked my inoperable cell phone. At least it still tells time. That’s progress. 5:15am. And a few text messages. Wait. Text messages? Up here?  Apparently Verizon does work outside the country of origin. I answered the texts. One needed me to make a phone call....

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