So on the ocean of life we pass

donkey carts pulling maribout and boy

Years later I still remember eyes that met mine on city streets and in museums, on car rapides and in the village. We’re only souls poured into skin, I could have been anyone.



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  • Sara R

    10/06/2008

    Did you pass by this group in a car or bike? Where were you going? The grass looks so lush from the rains.

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  • Kari

    10/06/2008

    In Mbour from a pickup.

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