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| Segou moonrise |
Once we leave Bamako, the
landscape opens and swallows
us whole. I'm
breathing in our cold-car air.
Brush fire flickers catch my
green eyes as
the flames lick last year's remains.
Tidy rows of messy black ash
streak by and
the sun sets in a dusty
bed. A raincloud grey sky coats
our world. Then,
at 7 Salif says stop.
Unfold from the car. Dinner
inside! Full
moon shines through rough lattice-work.
Change fish'd from a white bucket.
N faa'ra.
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| San shadows |
1 comment:
Stunning. xoxo mom
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