Pee Mak Temple Page

But at the edge of my vision—just at the edge—a woman in a traditional pha sin adjusts a flower in her hair. Her skin is the color of old ivory. Her eyes are two black canals.

They don’t tell you that a temple is just a wound that learned to grow gold leaf. pee mak temple

I open my eyes. The incense stick has burned down to a gray worm. But at the edge of my vision—just at