Next year will mark the 20th anniversary of my first visit to Cambodia. I remember the first trip like it was yesterday. Tourists were rarely seen at that time so when I set up my large camera on the causeway to the Angkor Wat, I was alone. After spending a good amount of time under my dark cloth composing a picture, I emerged to find myself surrounded by a group of children with big, curious eyes looking at me and inspecting my photography equipment. I was astonished to see some of the children were missing limbs, disfigured by landmines, and yet they were all smiling, with bright eyes, at a visitor.
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