I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I watched the storm roll in over the Inyanga Mountains...
...of Northeastern Zimbabwe. The vivid green of moments before paled and retreated in the face of the oncoming storm, the roiling clouds and blustery winds. And when the rain finally sought us out, it brought with it an unexpected cold that belied the memory of seeking refuge from the heat, skinnydipping in a frigid mountain river only minutes before...
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