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the sights and sounds of taiwan, so familiar yet so foreign.
i smell the winter's cold as it dashes by, taste the spicy, greasy air of the night markets, the pungent exhaust, heavy with lead. i see the sounds, they are so vivid. the manic honking, the splatter of rain onto galvanized roofs. i feel the sights - them i grew up with, in a period of time so long yet so short.