- this is a tale of striking out alone - learning to dance with fear, to march barefoot and bold, and to trade comfort for wild and brutal dreaming and living. It's about wishing and hoping, longing and trying, and whatever I choose to write about in between. It's about social justice and the struggle between marveling at the beauty of life and opening my eyes to hell.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
.peanutbutter
Marceline tying up freshly ground peanut butter - they buy the peanuts
raw - roast them with sand over an open fire - carry them to the market
to be ground - and then bag them and sell them for 50 CFA - 10 cents.
it is delicious
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