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When I consider my life in Senegal overall, it can essentially be divided into fourths: – ¼ part: deep, personal, growing, reflective, change-the-way-you-approach-every-day life moments which from moment to moment big and small can be both entirely challenging and entirely enlivening and of which I write and speak often. – ¾ part: moments where youContinueContinue reading “3/4 joyous uncertainty”