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    <title>A Simple Life</title>
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      <title>Photos: Kylie</title>
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      <pubDate>Wed, 27 May 2015 14:36:00 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>Simple Life</title>
      <description>“Such a simple life,” a friend commented on a Facebook picture I had recently taken and shared for the world to see.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	The picture was of four boats, anchored just off the shore of Sihanoukville. Each was painted a quintessential tropical color, flags flying high. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	"But it’s not a simple life," I wanted to scream. The evidence of this had smacked me in the face the week prior.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	I was in Cambodia for the month of May, studying travel writing, when we visited a small town outside of Phnom Penh. Chrey Cheoung, if not charming, was nothing; in addition to the bamboo huts, there was a monastery full of young boys in orange robes flocking to their temple, a majestic structure full of beautiful marble floors. Children who weren’t monks flocked to the fences at the edge of their yards, waving and grinning at those who pass.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	At the end of the road, there was a cluster of buildings that, at first glance, seemed empty and forgotten, but upon closer inspection, formed a school made up of three buildings: a single-room schoolhouse, an empty library, and a crippling concrete outhouse. Thinking to my own college campus and the environment I sometimes dreaded to learn in, I was appalled, especially at my lack of appreciation.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	“Our government likes to keep us in situations like this,” a local told us. “Having us uneducated and malnourished makes it easy for them to take and keep control.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	During my time there, I befriended a boy who called himself P. Dressed in green, he spent afternoons playing tag and laughing with me. I believed he was four.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	“Well, actually, he is ten,” I was told. “People are so malnourished that they look very young.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	And yet, despite his surroundings, he remains, to this day, the happiest, sweetest child I’ve ever met.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	Such a simple life, the words echoed. The evidence against this was staggering as I rolled it around in my mind.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;	And yet, I reflected, all he did was smile.</description>
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