Page 23 - Thorn In The Heart
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Chinh Nguyên

                Nguyen remembered the red-brown color of the fertile soil
            of  high  land  Ban-Me-Thuot  city,  where  the  wind  was  playing
            with  the  red  dust  in  the  air  in  the  summer.  The  rainy  forest
            continued  from  September  to  November  with  the  red-brown
            muddy on over Ban-Me-Thuot city, and the mud bonded slowly
            under the shoes to be as the high hill shoes. The  white coffee
            flowers bloom in the Springtime such as the giant white flower
            carpets and the green leafs surrounding the city under the warm
            sun. It raised the perfume flying in the air, and Ban-Me-Thuot
            became the famous land in the world for the coffee produces.

                Ban-Me-Thuot  had  the  small  whirlwind  running  on  the
            empty  ground,  which  rolled  the  red  dirt  and  flamboyant  red
            flowers  on  both  Thong-Nhat  boulevard  sidewalks  into  the  air.
            The flamboyant branches with full red flowers looked like the
            giant red carpet hanging on the tops of trees to cover three miles
            over Thong-Nhat boulevard. The little strong wind was noisy on
            the  top  of  the  flamboyant  trees,  pushed  the  flamboyant  red
            flowers out of the branches to make busily in the air under the
            hot summer.

                The wind lifted the school girls litanies-leaves hats to aside,
            and plaid with the dress flags to make it as the giant butterflies
            flying  around  the  girl's  hips  on  the  Thong-Nhat  boulevard
            sidewalks.  It  made  the  girls  blushing  with  ashamed,  and  they
            hurried to hold up their dress flags, while their eyes were rolling
            to check around with others.

                Sometimes  the  red  flower  stopped  by  on  the  schoolgirl
            shoulders,  who were  working on  the Thong-Nhat sidewalks  at
            afternoon, while the sun was going down behind the mountains
            at the Western.

                Sometimes Nguyen thought of the Draggling waterfall in the
            West-South  about  seven  miles  from  Ban-Me-Thuot  city  and
            closed  Chi-Lang  resettlement  village.  Where  he  likes  to  face
            with the waterfall on another side of its bank, looks at the strong
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