Being back after a short vacation freshens my eyes. Here I am smelling the incense offered to my ancestors and drinking coffee with funeral sugar. Walking around the neighborhood with empty streets - not because everyone's mourning Ford but because it's the New Year, and everything is closed save a few convenience stores. Decorations of bamboo and straw and paper festoon the entrances of the homes and closed shops; a couple in long coats slowly ride bikes down the long street.
Happy New Year.
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