Longing For Halong

by Brenna Holeman

Halong Bay, Vietnam
It was almost one year ago that I was in Vietnam. Whenever I recreate the busy streets in my head, whenever I remember the feel of the rainy, humid air on my skin, whenever I imagine the smell of the markets and that little pho shop and the bar where we met, whenever I think of those days at all, my heart skips a beat. Saying that I feel nostalgic doesn’t seem to cut it. It’s more than that, it will always be more than that.

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