Oct 28th 2017
I was taken by surprise. Ubud was hot, humid-hot kind of weather. I was dozing off as the heat stinged my skin. But the smell stayed the same. I remembered it clearly. A distant smell of fresh flowers from the market and mango sorbet in the air. The wall is still the same: close, intimate. They are not meant to separate, they're just a reminder that even in a city so multicultured, we still have our own space.
It's nice to be home for the weekend.
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