Last night, I looked through the stars. I saw a lot of black sky. I reached out to place my hand against the concrete wall of my house. It felt nice to touch something so solid.
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Ellen
... used to champion environmental education, preservation, restoration and probably several other -ations in Mauritania, West Africa. From June 2006 to September 2008, she was one of Uncle Sam's minions abroad, as a Peace Corps Volunteer.
The contents of this website are mine personally and do not reflect any position of the U.S. government or people, the Mauritanian government or people, or the Peace Corps.
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- Trop sensible: it doesn’t translate how you might ...
- Falling from leaps of faith hurts less in soft, sa...
- Chron-a-what? -cle? -ological?
- Solid
- Shame in tandem
- How do I radio in for backup?
- Self-realization at a premium, just eat your cheb
- Pad the budget, reupholster the couch
- The secret lives of cats
- New digs
- Ode to G
- Yeah, Mom, I’m still wishing my summers away
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1 comment:
It is a good thing to be on solid ground.
MorTay
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