I drew a fish in the sand. The girl in front of me drew a crescent
moon and a star. She asked if I ever had Indonesian food, then offered
to make me some after her prayer.
I enjoyed the food; and her
company. She looked me in the eyes, her own of deep brown projecting
out of holy white. Her smile was a lullaby. She tucked her hair into her
veil and wore nothing on her feet.
After our meal, we took a stroll through her neighborhood and waved goodbye.
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