Monrovia Musings

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Since I’ve last written, the skies over Liberia have continued to pour with reckless abandon and the daily pounding of liquid needles on tin rooftops has become my daily alarm clock.<span><span><span><span> Almost immediately each morning, the melody and lyrics of Toto’s song pop into my head: <span> I bless the rains down in AAAAfrica!…I passed some rains down ... Read Full Entry

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