tracks of time

I met this woman in a Cambodian village. She told me she was 90 years old. She lived alone on the second floor of a simple wooden hut.
Life was hard, she explained. She wished she had had children when she was younger who could look after her now. Everyone should have a family. Instead, she relied on the charity of the other villagers.But she smiled as she spoke to us and had a rare peace and contentment.


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