Sleepy Sevarre
It’s hot. The whole town is lulled by the scorching heat into a sleepy torpor. Only the dusty Harmattan wind rustles through with an occasional gust of energy. I yearn for shade and a cold drink.
March 8th, 2009 in
Mali
It’s hot. The whole town is lulled by the scorching heat into a sleepy torpor. Only the dusty Harmattan wind rustles through with an occasional gust of energy. I yearn for shade and a cold drink.
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