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Oct 2014
it's cold today
soon I'll forget what cold is
as I step off into a jungle
leaving my middle class caucasian american privilege in each step
expensive shoes caked in red dust
it's not really a jungle
not where I'm going
it will be a jungle of singing children
sickness and medicine
laughing and football
and I'm hoping to forget who I am
just for a couple weeks
and get lost in the music of Africa
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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