The Taste of Red

by Octavius (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/41152.html) They were bright hard things, shouldering through markets, butting heads with rifles, swiping New Year’s oranges from displays, and singing Nanniwan is a beautiful place, it’s the best Jiangnan in north Shaanxi softly like a prayer. “Zhijan! Zhijan!” You think you can almost see him up at the gate slouching against […]