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  • He was so beautiful. His mother, so beautiful too.
    I knew them for a sunny afternoon in nowhere Botswana.

    I loved that baseball cap so much. I don't even know how I ended up with it, and it certainly wasn't like I was an Oakland fan ... but it was familiar. And mine for a long time before Africa. Before Botswana. Before him.

    And I left it behind. I really don't know exactly why, but when I see the photo I also don't exactly care.
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