In the morning I woke to the loud sound of something chewing on the wooden ceiling. Whatever it was was out of sight.
The morning was cool as I set off to the market. My landlord had gone to Phnom Penh on business. I cleaned the house and washed the laundry.
In my heart I prayed for my friends. I listened to language recordings as I worked. In the afternoon the house became hot, and I tried to sleep. The laundry dried beautifully.
That night online I visited the facebook pages of the old friends I had found there. Finally I finished off the dishes and went to bed. It was still hot, and I had to move to the floor to get cool.
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