Every Autumn, Popo will come by our house.
Several times, she’ll take over the house with bags of rice and containers of salted egg yolks arranged like shining jewels.
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I will always be enamoured by the tenacity of which she wraps these tetrahedral packages of love.
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Her hands, singlehandedly, preserving the magnitude
of shared history and tradition.