| Subs by Joeshmoe.
Translated parts from Ganool Sub. |
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| This is a simple story. |
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| And it did not begin here. |
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| This thing of beauty. A joy, forever... |
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| rising. |
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| This warm glow in darkness... |
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| like a harvest moon. |
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| A Khmer proverb whispers... |
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| "Celebrate When the moon is bright." |
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| But for years, she was a child of
the dark. |
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| A place where smoke blackened sun and moon. |
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| And eyes seldom looked up... |
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| from a world of things tossed aside. |
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| An orphan. |
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| Discarded. |
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| Learning lessons no school would teach. |
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| Hunting through rot, for a
glimpse of light. |
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| Metal containers. Silver spoons. |
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| Listening for the sound a palm makes when
it finds a plastic bottle. |
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| Careful not to step on used syringes,
rusty nails or broken glass. |
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| In daydreams she pictured freshly sharpened pencils. |
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