The day When my soul is called I would want to recall  That smile of yours Before my memories fade Before my body perishes into dust To let it carry my last breath away It’s divine It’s timeless (An old woman I met in Old Quarter, Hoi An. She makes her living from selling hand-made wood crafts and souvenirs.)

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