outside on the ledge the krupuk sleeps on the weave of a basket in the sun mother then collects them piece by piece slides 'em into hot oil they wake, warp noisily
outside on the ledge the krupuk sleeps on the weave of a basket in the sun
mother then collects them piece by piece slides 'em into hot oil they wake, warp noisily
Published in Curious Roads (1994)
