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debkemper3 – writing, editing, publishing fine works of art Skip to content debkemper3 writing, editing, publishing fine works of art Menu and widgets Ludivinia June 1971     From the moment my feet touched ground in Hong Kong, I was spellbound. I dragged my bag to the end of a walkway on the east side, scanning the horde for Aunt Lisa. She’d sent implicit instructions. The stench of smog and rotting fish wafted past. Thunder and slivers of lightning vied for attention in the sky ahead of rain, viewable in the distance. When a wave of bodies parted for a moment, I spied a young woman with a sign held aloft for Miss Brock . She looked terrified; that made two of us. I hurried toward her, crossing paths and bumping into people, who didn’t understand, “Pardon me, excuse me, please.” A few even spit my direction. I grabbed hold of the girl’s shoulder and screeched, “I’m Ludivinia Brock. Did my aunt send you to meet me?” She nodded and grabbed my hand, pressing throu...

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