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KENYA | Thu, 9 Aug 2012 | By jilljahns | Views [1055]
Saturday 6/2
Last night I experienced my first rainstorm, which scared me
to death. The roof is made of tin, so even a drizzle is deafening. I woke in
the middle of the night and thought the roof was going to crash on me. I could
have sworn ... Read more >
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