This Darkness
As I write, some close friends are working with a team somewhere in America — in the dark — to bring light and help to people who need it.
Also as I write, our small Zanzibar guest house is without power – in the dark.
Minutes ago, I was expressing my disappointment to the front desk clerk about the lack of a generator and so on. Then I fired off an angry email to the offsite owner.
Really? Am I that oppressed by this darkness?
(For the record, the rest of my family is sleeping inside our unventilated room. They went to bed hot and sticky, but there were NO complaints. Awesome.)
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