The rooftops of this city can be deceiving.
They turn on my imagination
and whisper disillusionment, telling me that I'm in Arabia
or Persia- with the sweeping arches the massive pillars, the sandstone and the stucco with the verandas on the third and fourth floors.
Where am I? Cambodia? Ahh, yes. the sounds of hustle, the sight of small beautiful people, and the finest tastes of fruits imaginable remind me. And the mosquitoes wanted me to make sure that I included them.
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