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The last rain has slipped into the moat, leaving the air satin-cool. I stand across the water, camera folded against my heart, tasting minerals in the mist. Bakong rises from leaf-shadow—five tiers of weathered hymn, neither ruin nor monument but a living spine of prayer. Nothing moves. Even the palms appear to listen for their own rustle.

A hush, then the faint swish of cloth. A monk drifts into view, head bowed, saffron deepened to bronze by the dim light. Halfway up the stair his dog streaks downward, joyful as first fire. They meet in a silence so complete I feel the pyramid exhale. I do not lift the lens yet. Presence is still gathering.

At last my hand settles the shutter. The film’s slow emulsion receives mist, stone, the invisible chord linking man, animal, and temple. Later, in the darkroom, chiaroscuro will coax that chord into visibility, and hand-toned warmth will echo the robe’s hidden ember. But here, before any alchemy, I breathe with the scene, letting it name itself.

mist on ancient stair
loyal paws and barefoot prayer
stone remembers dawn

I close the bellows. The dog turns once more, satisfied. The monk continues upward, softer than smoke. Behind them the temple resumes its long vigil, holding a new breath inside weathered ribs. I leave quietly, certain the light will remember what words cannot.


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