CAMBODIA. you are real. your people, your streets, your barred windows, your touk-touks. all marked by that same honest moment of accidental beauty, coloured only slightly by the thin layer of brown-orange dust that seems to gently veil it all. [oh, and mom, i still want a water buffalo....].
ah wow, phnom penh is beautiful. horrifically poor in some areas but filled with this quiet, even calm sort of old-world ornateness that manages to shine through in the most subte of places and circumstance. haha now of course i've only been here 25 hours and so am still wearing my naive glasses of idealism but i think its safe to say that the beauty of the place is one thing any foreigjer could easily attest to. [yay!]
oy tho, this place is making me TIRED. morein the a.m.
elysia
ps. to all of you special enough to get an email from me, REPLY haha, i wanna hear about you.
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