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I walk through the night market.
I walk through the night market.
The air is thick with smells.
The air is thick with smells.
Grilled meat sizzles on hot coals.
Grilled meat sizzles on hot coals.
Fried garlic and chili make my eyes water.
Fried garlic and chili make my eyes water.
I stop at a small stall.
I stop at a small stall.
The vendor smiles and hands me a skewer.
The vendor smiles and hands me a skewer.
I bite into the hot, spicy meat.
I bite into the hot, spicy meat.
For a second, the world fades away.
For a second, the world fades away.
This is what travel feels like.
This is what travel feels like.
Not just seeing, but tasting and smelling.
Not just seeing, but tasting and smelling.
Each smell is a story.
Each smell is a story.
Each bite is a memory.
Each bite is a memory.
The Memory of Night Market Smells
by @chloestories