Jigida and The Spring’s Last Drop (Part 1)

There lies my purse of cowries, shells and beads, strung and unstrung, my hero of a thousand years years. Is this the future I so looked forward to seeing? My hopes, imaginations, aspirations dashed. In the beginning: Sitting on a cane chair amidst an array of exotic flowers with leaves broad and small, in the […]

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