Here we have another wonderful piece that didn’t fit the usual mold but was far too good to pass up.
Solace in a Cigarette Box by Yi Jung Chen
The smell of tobacco was always the first thing that announced his presence.
For thirty years, Zhang Jie had known her husband, Chen Cheng-po—whom friends affectionately called Mù-ki-sian—not by the heavy clatter of wooden sandals on the porch, but by the faint, earthy fragrance that lingered on his coat. He was a man who lived through light and shadow, capturing the blinding Chiayi sunlight on canvas, turning quiet avenues into vibrant, living monuments. But in the damp darkness of March 1947, the sunlight had gone out.
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