How a folk song inspired a boy to eventually become a poet.
Growing up, I eavesdropped on the conversations of married women. My mother had a shop in the public market where she sold dry goods. In the afternoon, women gathered. They sat on the bangko in the storefront, their number increasing as the ...
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