Weaving Lao Silk Into Indigo Nights

The air turned chilly as the sun sighed into the nearby hills. It picked up the smells of dust mixed with metallic and dung flavours. Miss Phaeng watched, holding her breath as the last sliver of red fell out of sight. Casting a quick mantra to the spirits of nature, she swallowed a glass of lao la...

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Bibliographic Details
Main Author: Melody Kemp
Format: Article
Language:English
Published: Cambridge University Press 2010-12-01
Series:Japan Focus
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Online Access:http://www.japanfocus.org/articles/view/3456