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Roots

I just returned from a family trip to visit my grandfather’s birthplace in Putien, China. It was a super rushed trip, (what I’d call a “touch-the-wall-and-go” type of excursion) and we only spent a mere day in his village. But it was still a fun, and eye-opening, and strangely fulfilling trip. More on that later.… Read More Roots

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invasion

The day was uncommonly warm. Slowly, silently, the vines suckled at the sunlight, soaking in the humidity. Inch by inch, green claws grasped new terrain. A day. One week. Two. The garden was theirs. Nothing else left unconquered. Still, leafed claws stretched. Soon – the gate. Then. The outside world.