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it was the fact that i was by myself.

it was the fact that i was by myself in a strange city.

it was the fact that i was by myself in a strange city in a winter day.

it was the fact that i was away from the dying hanoi.

it was the fact that i miss you yet cannot really say.

im not trying to emulate the experience.

rather the experience waltzes in on me.