To Bring to Light by Searching by Jane Murray Bird
It was a Sunday afternoon and I was heavily pregnant when it crossed two lanes of traffic and ran straight at me. It was white and made the shape of Omega as it loped. […]
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Eight Days in Mwanza by Jane Murray Bird
Each day, we walk down the red dirt track that rises up like a sand spit from the lake. We pass groups of men, women, children sitting by the side of the road, watching the port, waiting. […]
