Monday, 25 May 2015 | Views [151] | Scholarship Entry
I awoke to a shake of the shoulder; we had arrived in Ubon Ratchathani. The sky was a mess of white forks and billowing, bleeding purple, and shards of rain were striking the coach window. It was three-thirty in the morning, and I was afraid of the dark.... Read more >
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