This morning I received an email from a young monk I met in Siem Reap. His English is quite good, and the style of communication captures the sense of warmth that one so often feels from Cambodians. Among other things, he wrote: Every day, can you remember me or not? For me i remember you until end my life... Good luck and good healthy don't forget take care , i worry. From me Sokol I'm sitting here at home in Jericho, looking out the window at the seventeen shades of green in our yard, admiring our freshly-painted Adirondack chairs, listening to
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