June 4th, 2008 - London – (12 hours later, but really only 8)
So apparently I just chased the moon around the globe. I try hard not to confuse myself, so I sit back and relax. I land in London and I swear, that for a second, I almost pick up an English accent. It’s very catchy. I meet a woman at the connecting flight’s gate, heading to her hometown in Uganda with her son.
“Ah! Tanzania! I remember studying about it in school. I only hear good things. They are very much a community.”
Her smile begins to bring me home.
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smiles do bring us home dont they?
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