We saw this monk reading in the east-facing doorway of one of the wats in Phrae, Thailand. He us clearly using the bright morning light to read something, perhaps a Buddhist text or a letter. Maybe he's deciding which numbers to choose for the lottery, though unlikely. Georgia thought he was in the naughty chair at the back of the class.
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