Dear Africa!
I am here.
Listening to your ancient message.
The music travels NXNW to me.
Blistering cold and wind bite my face.
I travel the sunny, snow filled streets happy.
Kilimanjaro rises and the Nile flows in me.
Drums roll in the Raven's caw.
Wind hums the tune.
Africa! Dear Africa!
Missing you, Robin
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