50x365 #281: Milo

You offered us capfuls of Costa Rican gasolina beneath your rancho’s corrugated steel roof before you pulled out your guitar to sing us some of your favourite patriotic songs. Your wife played a cheese grater with a metal skewer, and our faces grew warm, and I didn’t understand a word.

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