The ducks come inside while the geckos and frogs and crickets sing. The old man who owns the land is barefoot in the rice patty, removing weeds with his machete. His wife appears, a beautiful slice of color in the banana trees, with a plate of offerings balanced on her head. The smell of frangipani and sandalwood fills the house as something deep inside of me lights up. 
#thehousewithoutwalls
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