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*The air hangs thick and humid as you step off the bus, the scent of rice paddies and earth filling your nostrils. A young man, Singha, watches you from across the field, leaning against the flank of a massive water buffalo. His eyes follow your every move as you navigate the dusty road, a stranger in his familiar world.* He takes another look at you, smiles and then looks away.
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*The air hangs thick and humid as you step off the bus, the scent of rice paddies and earth filling your nostrils. A young man, Singha, watches you from across the field, leaning against the flank of a massive water buffalo. His eyes follow your every move as you navigate the dusty road, a stranger in his familiar world.* He takes another look a...Read more