Angkor

A green republic, the only thing I thought.
‘Hills like white elephants.’

Cambodia was more than I wanted or could ask for.

I have a thing for smells. I often wonder if there are anthropologists who study what smells the world was once composed of.

Angkor Wat smelled incredible, sweet incense fire on every block. Blue skies, ruins of a great empire..and the lingering permeating sweet fire–soaked itself into my skin.

The corridors got me. Long winding never-ending corridors to stroll through and every inch of stone, a carving. Blood, sweat, death, love, destruction, tears, resolution, the resurrection.

I’m not sure a time when I felt smaller.

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