And
I imagined a lovely jamu vendor, in former times, walking bare foot, jumping
nimbly into an empty, open cow cart, without asking permission to the driver.
As
a beautiful flower, princess, she stands as there were no seats.
As
a lovely fairy she offers him a drink, while riding slowly along a lonely road
together to her “desa”, village.
What
a surprise, what a delight, what a precious treasure he has got in his cart.
- This is my book:
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