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Africa

Africa

She brushes a peacock feather in my face and asks me what animal best describes me. I tell her a snake and hold her for the last time.

Time.

She tugs my hair playfully and asks what my favorite place is. I tell her Africa because it weeps and weeps but the rains still come and the people still dance.

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