For better or worse, we all had a pretty lazy day around the house. As the Sun drifted over the horizon, I sat mesmerized by the palm's fronds carried on the breeze. As women walked home from the fields, they seemed to sway with the same rhythm. The rhythm of life in an antique land.
Caught up in the rhythm, I didn't hear the cacophony of honking horns from the nearby road.
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