The wet heat of summer had been whisked away by a storm that blew in off the river. Hot, humid air had been routed by a cold front. In the darkness of the taxi, I fumbled for the rocker switch to roll up my window. The driver, I noticed, did the same. The breeze generated…
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One response to “Temples on Rooftops”
As usual, beautiful description of our idiosyncrasy and hidden treasures! Always reading and learning english at the same time. I keep the google tab with the translator open and knowing new words on every text.
Thank you for sharing!
Abrazo grande!