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In which I am briefly a lyrical detective.

In which I am briefly a lyrical detective.

Stare at a computer screen long enough and I swear your mind becomes a mass of white noise.  Which pretty accurately describes this evening – too many interesting links, blogs to follow up on and general clickery and I become an excitable puppy, unable to...
Carlos

Carlos

Wandering aimlessly through the poor, occasionally nonexistent, lighting of Vilanculo’s brick city on Christmas night, I was trying to find an ATM to be able to draw enough money to return to Maputo the next day to meet friends who would be arriving there in a...