Below is the poem entitled Stories of Guangzhou--Part One which was written by poet
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One image that stands out to me in my travels,
is really quite a small thing compared to others.
My group was on a train from Guangzhou to Beijing.
The countryside was spectacular ... nowhere land.
We had stopped at a tiny train station to walk around
and buy food we couldn't define from a few scattered vendors.
I was leaning against a pillar watching people.
I noticed my brother was grinning at two little girls ... no more than four or five.
They were giggling at him.
I supposed they were at the station out of boredom or curiosity,
obviously from a small village nearby.
My brother squatted and held out two tootsie-rolls.
After some serious deliberation between them,
they decided to take the candy.
What surprised me, and my brother, is what happened after.
Each raised a hand to the side of his head
and ran their fingers through his hair,
which was blonde and shoulder length.
Mine, also shoulder length, was nearly black
and of no interest to them.
It wasn't until we were back on the train
and I saw the surreal expression on his face,
that I realized these two girls had probably never seen blonde hair before.
And to this day, that moment, two village girls
with hands in Micah's hair,
Is carved in my mind ... unforgettable,
with feelings ... undefineable ... much like a ripple in time.
*Inspired, but not for, the Ripple in Time contest.