Tuesday, April 3, 2018 6:49 AM

At dawn, the mini-market is still closed, though lights are on inside. From the window upstairs, news radio blends with the sound of dishes. Carefully listening, I miss my turn and find myself on twisting streets seemingly designed by snakes. I guess at which to take and find myself back on the main road more quickly than I would have walking straight.

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