Sawah(Okay)
August 3rd 2013 Waking up in a Rustling, but Silent home is a godsend all in its own. Tying my net so it dangles almost a foot above my blanket is a habit, a learned trait that is developed through repetition. I walk into the kitchen to Melissa’s smiling face and a happy greeting “Good Morning, did you sleep well?” I get my cup of coffee, eat my toast and enjoy my self in the ambient African morning its qui
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