When did the stone become a gem?
When the tear a smile?
When without knowing came I to the end
Of many a weary mile?
When did the sighs become a song?
When did the clouds disband?
When poured the bright and golden sun
Over the dreary land?
When love enfleshed came down to stay
When from the grave it leapt
When dawned one glad eternal day
Where no more tears are wept.
All Clear! - Of all the memories, experiences and things I brought back from Uganda, I have managed not to bring Malaria with me. I was so happy I had to share it with ...
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