..but an elemental shift had occurred. Somehow, in a mud hut in Africa, I managed to remember who I was. I remembered that I have eyes with which to see, a mouth with which to speak and a heart as strange and intelligent as a thousand monkeys sitting in the road. I also knew that those are the only things anyone ever needs to begin again. [...] I still carry around the idea of Africa in a hidden pocket in my heart, where it reminds me what freedom feels like and that sometimes mud huts are where you find God.
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 12:13:18 +0000
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