“When she climbed the hills, with the yellow blossoms and glossy green eaves of the frangipani trees, and looked at the winding river with its foaming white currents, she did feel some inner relief and peace.”
--Ma Ma Lay, Not out of Hate
[from scene where the female protagonist has left her loveless marriage in Rangoon to join her mother, a nun, in the Sagaing Hills]
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