“Noooooo!!!” The water keeps pouring through the door stop. One kanga, two kangas, a dirty T-shirt, THREE KANGAS! These thin pieces of fabric are my bath towels, and laundry is nearly impossible with the nonexistent sunshine these days. I fold up my floor mat, and water seeps out from underneath. I’ll just have to wait until the rain stops. So, I go to the furthest corner of the room, away from the leaking doors and windows, and I snuggle up under a blanket, cold and reminiscing on the fact that two weeks ago, my love and I were snuggled up in the same spot to hide from the rain and eat Christmas cookies together. The most grateful form of homesickness, but sometimes the most painful. It’s rainy season now. I’m typically soaked and somewhat chilly from
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