Urban Negotiations: Gwangju



Mundane days often give way to stimulating nights. It's odd how that unfolds like opposing autumn lovers. With certain frequency it just seems to happen. Boiled Abalone, Soju, and laughs quickly erase boundaries. Gifts are exchanged and conversation reaches with the lengthening shadows of twilight. The air is thick but my mind is at ease.

Does America know this_?



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