It’s 5am here, and the house is quiet, save for the laundry re-washing (that I forgot to dry yesterday), and the sound of my laptop keys as I type. I’m sipping Blue Lotus chai tea, and the sweet smell of frankincense is wafting over from the ancestor altar.
When I was a kid, my mom used to stay up terribly late. She went to bed at 4 or 5am, and slept ti…
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