Elizabeth
I love crying when I'm cold. The tears aren't just wet, they're hot. You can feel them run down your rosy cheeks, evaporating quickly, leaving you colder than when you began. The real physical sense of loss comes closer to the deeper sense inside you.
This is Elizabeth, one of the best friends I made in Kenya. She is about to start taking her national examination to get into college. She is not very good at reading English. English is her fourth or fifth language.
posted by Unknown @ 3:34 PM
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