In the courtyard outside the pagoda a bamboo cage was filled with finches with black and tan plumage, all chirping in close proximity. We bought some from the old lady squatting there, transferred them to another birdcage and let them fly free. There is a Vietnamese tradition that says the caged birds take all your troubles with them as they fly up and away, out of sight.
(Originally published in Remnants of War)
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