Market Night Strolling

“Can we go back to Luang Prabang?” Lala asked after I felt her firm tug. I saw a need of escape from her eyes. “I miss their calmness” she added.

I skimmed the area as if I still need evidence that we are in Chiang Mai. We were there trying to keep our hands together as we walk through the long road of Rachadaemneon. “Be mindful and stay close” I replied.


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