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My Korean Sojourn
The poem is about the unimaginable sufferings of the Cambodians during the Pol Pot regime. The pictures (with permission from the web - (please click inlining web photo) is the Genocide Museum itself. The other photos provide a contrast to the reader that he/ she may emerge with some breathing space after viewing the Genocide Museum.
This is the space for my creative thoughts. I would feel honored if you tarry around and read my writings. My writings are my modest gifts to anybody who would find the time to visit this site. I may not be a great writer but just as Desiderata said "Even the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story", I invite you to taste the "seasoned wine of my thoughts" and I assure you that the ideas here are meant to welcome the human spirit in you at the same time that I push aside the entire curtain of my reservations that you will have the chance to feel my pain and my ecstacies.
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Providing a contrast of colors to oppression and death
The poem is about the unimaginable sufferings of the Cambodians during the Pol Pot regime. The pictures (with permission from the web - (please click inlining web photo) is the Genocide Museum itself. The other photos provide a contrast to the reader that he/ she may emerge with some breathing space after viewing the Genocide Museum.
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This is the space for my creative thoughts. I would feel honored if you tarry around and read my writings. My writings are my modest gifts to anybody who would find the time to visit this site. I may not be a great writer but just as Desiderata said "Even the dull and the ignorant, they too have their story", I invite you to taste the "seasoned wine of my thoughts" and I assure you that the ideas here are meant to welcome the human spirit in you at the same time that I push aside the entire curtain of my reservations that you will have the chance to feel my pain and my ecstacies.
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