THE SHANGRI-LA OF TOFATAT: The next thing Aubine and I did was to climb high into the boulders, through indescribably twisted passageways where we repeatedly had to help one another. At the summit of Tofatat we discovered a natural marvel whose existence still baffles me to this day: there was a small limpid pond surrounded by an earthen sward where a few flowering acacias and tender shoots of grass grew. Read more…
THE SAHARA: Oh desert of the Sahara, your warm embrace has dried my tears time and time again… a wounded knee then, a fragile soul now… shelter me always. Bestow strength on this humbled child, my boundless and divine home. Read more…
First kiss. First love. Fassely and Mariama in adoration, lounging on a pirogue drifting along the Niger River. Reminds me of a beautiful Mary Oliver poem, “Not Anyone Who Says”: Not anyone who says, “I’m Read more…
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