The paddies were still green when I visited the village. Two days past the fasting month and hawkers and stalls lined the busy road linking towns between plantations of stocky oil palms and lanky coconut tree.
Two is missing... among these neatly stacked mangoes.
Paddies as far as the eyes can see, terminating only at the horizon.
The young ones
A drainage controlling machinery.
The towering white giant foreshadowing late afternoon showers to come.
And a resting place for the wise.
I would like to return when the fields are laden with gold.
Two is missing... among these neatly stacked mangoes.
Paddies as far as the eyes can see, terminating only at the horizon.
The young ones
A drainage controlling machinery.
The towering white giant foreshadowing late afternoon showers to come.
And a resting place for the wise.
I would like to return when the fields are laden with gold.
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