Author: Ben East
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Toots Town
Somewhere inside the school a child navigates a clarinet lesson, Winnie the Pooh notes reaching us, quaint and delightful and timeless.
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Hope, Actually
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Shouldn’t we rate ourselves on how our daily grind makes this world a better place?
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First Night Africa
the dancers moved us to the center of a great circle, surrounded us singing and shouting and dancing, a lump forming in my throat
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Without a Country
Just that morning, without a visa, I’d talked my way across the border. A little patience, a little humility, small Kwacha, and Dunhill cigarettes solved the visa problem.
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Around the World & Right Here
I would visit corners of this strange land not unlike my hometown: unknown and invisible to the world, no place of pride on any map, unsung in the guide books. Places nobody came from and nobody went to. Corn farms. Tobacco farms.
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