Originally posted on Na'ama Yehuda:
  Shoppers swirled through the market, ebbing and flowing and streaming and trickling and never stopping. Never silent. Not a pause. Jiao wanted to crawl out of her skin. Jiang's head remained peacefully bowed over his scroll. "Delicate like your name," Grandmother would say, more reprimand than compliment. For…

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