Until Next Time…

Our plane lifts up and over the smog laden Yangon, over the towering hotels and the dilapidated slums, over the meandering rivers and the quilted patchwork of brown and green farms below. It’s odd how Myanmar goes from being the reality of my everyday life to just a figment of my memory. It’s as if Myanmar froze the moment I stepped onto the plane; the smoking noodle stands and the lines of buddhist monks transfixed forever in my mind just

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