Wednesday, 6 May 2015 | Views [143] | Scholarship Entry
The gargling crow of a rooster bellowing into the hot rising sun wakes me from my dreams. The sweat soaked covers stick to my damp skin as I roll out of my little cot and rub my tired eyes. My dreams were so lucid and full of bright colors. The smell ... Read more >
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