What better way to spend the day, thinking out loud, smoking the proud, opening the way to a better stay in the streets where the traffic booms and the clouds loom...
...where the noise blasts and the Khmer gasps provide the counterpoint to a life gone past...
...questions remain, but the day remains unexplained...
...so I drink a beer and keep my thoughts clear as I move towards a destiny without fear...
...open the door, cross the floor and join those who may know more...
...join them in the dance...what is life perchance? I know not more....
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