My stomach feels lead-heavy. I ate too much. The volcanoing of stomach acid and wine up esophagus reminds my throat of the feeling, of raw. I almost never drink. I’m allergic. I overdid brunch. Possibly because of all I’m feeling, a mixture of sadness for leaving Mui Ne and Vietnam, a quiet enthusiasm for a restart, nostalgia around the return to Shenzhen. It's 4:26 a.m. I'm unable to lie still. I’m full.
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