he ran to me and asked for my Kirene bottle, one quarter full. they passed it around in a circle, taking careful mouthfuls until the water is gone and i’m no longer my own. some days you cry so hard your ribs might break.

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October 30th, 2008 on 5:40 pm
Hi Kari! I found your blog through Szavanna and was intrigued by the similarities – TCK – pictures from Sweden – love for Africa! Have to read up!
Warm greetings from the Eastern side of West Africa,
Esther in Niger
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Kari Reply:
October 31st, 2008 at 3:09 pm
and i am now intrigued myself. your blog is wonderful! everyone should visit.
http://www.esthergarvi.com
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December 5th, 2008 on 6:48 pm
this touched me.
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