Iloilo Underbelly
There’s a Monk in My Tea
Three times I saw him keying the cash register. He appeared serious but not worried. He seemed to move around his own orbit. There was grace and discipline with the way he used his hands. Around lunch time just when students began walking in, he bowed out for Curly. Curly was the bald man who [...]
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