It was a long exhausting trip and I’m not relaxed until the earth turns to red clay. It’s a relief after the rocky and pitted road from town. I feel even better when the red earth gives way to the black volcanic land of our mountain home.
With a shower and lunch behind me, I curl up in a chair looking at the acacia trees giving way to the open green plains and, in the great distance, Kili. I drift off listening as Kip and Michael talk as they put a puzzle together on the coffee table next to me. The hurricane lamps are lit. Hilary and Ed sit on the couch nearby and talk of love and loss.
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