and flowers still bloom

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Karen Wyld

I’m writing this blog-post from a hotel room in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. As I try to collect my thoughts, the night-darkened street below me is full of the sounds of people, mopeds and tuktuks making their way home – and I am acutely aware of how far home is for me. How did I get here; what brought me to be sitting in this hotel room many miles from Australia? Why am I here?

Writers, and bloggers, struggle with the ethics and consequences of knowing how much to reveal to the world. What can be shared, especially when others are involved. I know I do. Over the past year of blogging I’ve been very cautious, being mindful of what is my story, what I can share – and what isn’t. The past week I’ve been wanting to share a very personal thing that has happened, whilst also respecting others. I’m…

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One thought on “and flowers still bloom

    DV Berkom said:
    January 28, 2014 at 2:39 pm

    Thank you for reblogging this, Charlie.


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