This was across the track from the station in Srimangal, where I couldn't leave fast enough, and I was thrilled when I arrived in crowded, loud Dhaka and over the carpet of humanity, I saw Mr. Hussein's wave
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Just a fence and some plastic
Georgetown colors
The Kahn Parliament buildings
I wept.
Penang Market
Plastic bags...
Remembering 2008
Penang Dress-ups
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