HOM and i wander into the bookshop and i am transported back decades to when dad and us used to spend many hours at similar stores (and maybe even this one). row upon row of titles i can barely read interspersed with roman-alphabet titles translated into chinese with writing paraphernalia scattered among them. occasionally even a music sheet or two. almost always paperbacks, never hardcovers, the front cover usually longer and folded in. there is a special magic to chinese language bookshops.
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