6 March 2009
Everybody is dying. Sirakoro’s chief, Koni’s mom, Moro Dian and the Siran, the little boy who got caught in a donkey fight.
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7 march
Its extremely hot, drenched in sweat even before I get up from bed, so much so that my sleep clothes, sheets and mattress are laying out and hanging on the line to dry in the sun before I return to them in 5 hours for my day-nap. Its this hot and yet I still drink coffee.
Olfactory senses, remembering Ryan in the mornings, coffee with cream and honey.
I love him.
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