The Wistful Skyline
Salt pans stretch to the horizon, white crusts cracking under the midday sun that has broken through nine days of relentless rain. The air shimmers, distorting the distant reed-thatched roofs of the floating market, where barges drift lazily on the brown water. Thị Hai sits on the edge of her boat, the wood damp and slick beneath her hands. She is thirty years old, a debt collector for the...
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