Author: Claire
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Morning Through A Mosquito Net
We woke up to the sound of drumming. We learned later it was a church group practicing. It was early. I remember so clearly. The taste of the air. The sounds. The way the light fell. The dusty ground. The bucket showers. Perhaps it was the fear, the excitement. Every sense heightened. It’s…
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So Much Water, So Little Sky
Four years ago and many, many miles away, I wrote a blog post about missing the sky. Living in a crowded Korean city for a year, I missed the sky often and a lot. Missed open spaces. I talked, in that blogpost, about a quote from Dana Snyman’s book On the Back Roads, “Maybe it’s because…
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A town called Livingstone
We arrive on a hazy winter afternoon, a day early, as it turns out. The flight from Joburg, across Botswana, Zimbabwe, finally into Zambia. I love looking down on this part of the world – the dry, winter wonderland of arid southern Africa. In the distance, puddles of water sparkle and reflect – dams or…