Tuesday, October 22, 2013

under the shadow of the banyon tree

And the suddenly, the forest opened out.  Far ahead, rising like strange, lovely giant blossoms from among their own foliage, there appeared above the vague green tree-tops of the jungle that stretched away into the distance, a group of colossal grey-gold lotus-buds; mysterious and strangely delicate despite their immense size, shimmering in the golden haze that illumined the thousand exquisite pinnacles combined in each magically perfect whole: the towers that the natives believe were built not by man, but by the gods - the crowning glory of the sanctuary of Angkor Wat.

- H.W. Ponder, Cambodian Glory, 1936

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