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Sydney Whitby

anthropologist

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RUINS of a Regime

WARNING this post contains sensitive content Today was hard.  Hundreds and hundreds of mug shots flood my mind as we

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Opera house

I really feel like Christine Daae. Never have I known such empathy for a fictional character. I don’t know how

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Breaking barriers

Our three-day weekdays really are heaven-sent, not to mention the endless supply of one-day holidays. In Cambodia, 90% of the

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farewell, phnom Pehn

This week is our last in Cambodia. It feels a little weird. Although we’ve only been here 71 days, those

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Floss

I crave the companyalthough its like a piece of flossthat I wrench too farinto that pinky fleshto cry something redand

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ROMA, SINGULAR

Day carries on brightly,he has no other choice.surrounded and swarmed by summery fleshmy blood runs alone, frosted winteron my crown

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Bomen

The trees whistle and turn and say I love youThe sky softens into a pasty blueTo touch my cheek and

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No shade

All three of my heartslie across the oceanthe shade offers little protectionto anything but my skin How do you keep

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