african dust is kicked up and blown west on the trade winds where it freezes in midair and falls on your tongue and mittens.
Ten minutes after I took this the dust rolled over us and the sky went nearly black.
In this post: Wiki about the harmattan. How snowflakes are formed.
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 sacks of skin, I could have been anyone.
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