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The blonde Dutch flight attendant who sat across from me on the nine hour flight from Amsterdam to Uganda told me that Africa would have a distinct scent. And it did. The only way I can think of describing it is that it smelled red and sweat-sweet.

Whenever I have a few moments here and there as I prep for finals this week, I have been returning to the photos from when I went to Uganda in August. These are just a few. I miss Rukuri and Masaka and mosquito nets and G-nuts and the sweat-sweet scent and the sweetest bananas of all and these dear faces.
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savior joan

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I am thinking about you tonight. Wish I could tell you that I miss you, or how often I look at this one funny picture of us, or how I don't think I fully understood my Mother's love for me until I met you.

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