To My Florist Down The Road
Milana Venegoni
2020-02-25
To My Florist Down the Road I met you a couple of weeks ago. I was heading home from wherever, maybe Aundh, maybe not. I remember seeing the shop open, handing my rickshaw driver a crumpled 100 rupees and with a “keep the change” I glided out of the rickshaw and winded my way through...
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