Love in Bangladesh
An essay in the New York Times gave me chills today on the A train. Actually, chills upon chills.
Call me a heaving romantic, but maybe you will feel the same way.
Read it here.
posted by TK @ 17:43
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yes, it is cold with chills upon chills here in oslo...with rain upon rain.
...and i feel the same way.
the story really took a couple of turns for me--the eight-times calling thing really made me think we were going in a whole, slightly psycho, direction. but something just happens by the end.
it's just sun upon sun here, this week in new york. chills on top of that, i like.
Whoa! That's some story.
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