Writing from a tiny apartment room wrapped up in wool scarves and layers sweatered trying to keep my body warm after the shock of full blown winter.
Our baby: Aisha. A 2001 Yamaha Serow 225 horsepower Mountain Trailer. A January filled with our girl riding through kilometers and kilometers and kilometers....(does it have an end?!) deserts and orange dirt roads of West Africa. Rock solid asses, some scarred knees (dam cows), “Where are we, exactly?”, and finally.....Finally, what?
Now: writing reports and correspondence preparation for african youth participatin in Copenhagen Climate Conference 2009, feeding cows on the farm, and serving people double expressos on the Old Canal....
Our baby: Aisha. A 2001 Yamaha Serow 225 horsepower Mountain Trailer. A January filled with our girl riding through kilometers and kilometers and kilometers....(does it have an end?!) deserts and orange dirt roads of West Africa. Rock solid asses, some scarred knees (dam cows), “Where are we, exactly?”, and finally.....Finally, what?
Now: writing reports and correspondence preparation for african youth participatin in Copenhagen Climate Conference 2009, feeding cows on the farm, and serving people double expressos on the Old Canal....
No finally.
No finality.
Just the next stage.
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