178. A steeple rising up through the morning mist
179. The season's first frost across a great green field, like the breath of God upon a mirror
180. Leftover snow cradled amongst the tree roots
181. This day
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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