How does a year go by so quickly? I'm having trouble, as I sit in my cabin reading golden age mysteries and watching snow melt, believing that just a little over a year ago I was in Cambodia. Melting in the heat. Climbing crumbling temples to watch the sun set over a country that seemed to be made in equal parts of dust, smoke, and beautifully carved rock. When Lara and I left Cambodia, we agreed that neither of us really felt the need to go back. I still don't, even with the smoothing effects of time on memory. But I'm so glad I went.
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