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  • We will follow darkness, chasing the night from Nairobi to Addis, Rome to Washington, night, always night. It’s the end of the trip, three weeks abroad, and I’m heading home in night, always night, without even a moon.

    Dinner then dinner then breakfast and dinner again. Juice or wine, I wonder. It‘s morning in Africa, midnight at home, something different wherever it is that we are, which is no place at all but above the world. I’m in the in between. Neither here nor there.

    Night always night, I think, and I feel lost until I see the horizon.

    We’re not chasing the night. We’re racing dawn and the whole world will start again so very soon.
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