Mưa Ngâu
On the full moon day of July, we go through the rain to look for snails
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In the seventh month of the lunar calendar, the rains filled with the sadness of difficult love fell on Nam Dinh - my still sleeping city. During that time gap of yin and yang meeting, faint drops of Ngau landed on people's lips, suddenly evoking a craving for something salty: Snails.