The Day of Dancing
August 1st 2007 This morning, I woke up at 4AM to the drone of the fan circulating the air in my room. Once I turned off the fan around 4:30AM, I could actually hear all the noises: the Muslim call prayer, the frogs, the roosters and guinea fowls, and then… a downpour. It was pouring rain so hard, the noise of it hitting the tin roof was deafeningly peaceful (can that happen??). It eventually lightened up and B
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