Riding the Bus to Khmer Shores

The journey begins with a rumble and a wave/the gust/an onslaught of warm/sticky/tropical air as the bus pulls away from the bustling/teeming/vibrant city. Outside/Through the windows/Past the scenery, palm trees sway in a gentle breeze/to the rhythm of passing lorries/with lazy grace. Every mile that passes brings me closer to the promise/dream/al

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