Voices (December 14, 2009)
Nestled in a corner upon a ferry island-bound, notes of dreamy voices from a distant place and time lulled me fast asleep. I saw golden temples bustling with orange robed monks, locals kneeling, hands prayerfully high for Siddartha. Incense offerings even blew through the boat cabin. I inched my eyes open a few moments later only to be delighted that in fact, I wasn’t dreaming up these spiritual sounds. Aged Thai lovers chanted prayers to one another quietly, a perfect companion to my sleep.
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