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I miss Tanzania all the time. I miss the sky.
How it always looks as if it went so much farther than any other place. Ever.
I miss the way my lip was salty from the consequences of the sun's over heated make out session with my face.
I miss having dirty finger nails and red feet. I miss sticky little brown hands and watching mangos being annihilated by big white East African teeth.
I even miss the smell of body after body in vans too small for a family of 5.
I miss smile after smile after eager hospitable smile...
A moment from the mother land... from Meaghan Maples on Vimeo.
