A strange thought joined me at the corner of street 240 and. . . random unmarked alleyway. I didn’t ask his name. But he is a snappy dresser. I know who he is. It is the familiar-faced idea that perhaps I have been missing Cambodia for 23 years. And then we turned the corner into a whole new street- and I wondered how many countries I’m lonely for that I have never seen. I asked him. He has no idea.
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