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早晨的菜市场总是最热闹的时候。我挤过拥挤的人群,被一股熟悉的香气吸引——是新鲜的香菜和姜的混合味道。那个卖豆腐的阿姨正在切着刚做好的嫩豆腐,白色的豆腐在案板上微微颤动,像丝绸一样光滑。我停下脚步,想起了外婆。 外婆以前也是这样,每天清晨去菜...
The envelope had been wedged between the radiator and the wall for who knows how long—yellowed, unsealed, addressed to t...
Spent the morning finally tackling the cable chaos under my desk. You know that moment when you drop your phone charger...
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The smell reaches me before I see anything—lemongrass and galangal, fish sauce and chili paste, wood smoke curling up fr...
A janela do quarto estava entreaberta quando acordei, e o vento trazia o cheiro de terra molhada, embora não tivesse cho...
