Valentine's Day.
Gift from the hotel owner an it rightfully made us cheerful.
Tomorrow we return back to the bowels of Kampala to make our way 'home.'
I'm trying to drink in these last moments where there hasn't been an argument, any prolonged unwanted stares, no questions, just moving.
Man is not meant to roam alone, but man adapts, so why am I having such difficulty?
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