APAD 120: Still empty
Here in our neighbourhood, most residents have not returned yet from their New Year’s holiday.
We cherish the remaining quiet moments. Sooner or later, they will return. So will the noise and regular flurry of activities.
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APAD 117: Noontime rush
All wanting to go home and no one’s giving way.
As a result we’re all stuck. Under the scorching sun.
When will they ever learn?
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APAD 112: Mystical
Pardon the not-so-wordless entry this week.
This photo was taken more than a month ago when my brother, my husband and I explored around Wat Phnom Prasith, an hour’s drive northwest of Phnom Penh. This old stupa attracted my attention. With the gnarly trees surrounding it, it looked interesting so I took photos (one of them is shown above). After camera shots were done, something jolted me.
I sensed something, like a mystical air, blowing through this part of the woods. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. And when I started to walk away, I felt goosebumps on my arms making me quicken my steps to catch up with my husband and brother.
I wonder what that was. I can still remember the odd feeling up to now.
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