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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

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10.28.04, thursday afternoon

Last night in the parking lot of the country's biggest Long's Drugs, we watched the lunar eclipse. Leaning on the front of an ambulance, a paramedic watched as well, hands folded across his chest. No one spoke a word.

Another lovely memory: driving through the empty streets of the Port at night, lit cranes lifting container after container from the parked barges while Dipti translated Bollywood songs. Every one was about love.






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