Flying
by Helen Luu, Anvivi Vong & Lily Nguyen
My aunt
started the engine,
and we took off for Saigon.
Dust like salt and pepper in my eyes. My hair
blew
like a
flock of
butterflies.
I felt like I was
flying.
by Helen Luu, Anvivi Vong & Lily Nguyen
My aunt
started the engine,
and we took off for Saigon.
Dust like salt and pepper in my eyes. My hair
blew
like a
flock of
butterflies.
I felt like I was
flying.
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