The Watcher
Jan 21, 2002

Every night we were in Yangon I would watch the comings and goings on the cluttered street below. The stalls that would set up at various times in the day, deliveries being made, the people bedding down on the sidewalks for the night. Every night I was joined by the little boy in a window across the street.


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nigel & julie snow