Where you go, i go.

Im lucky enough to be off to West Africa, with a beautiful group of girls to spend time with some amazing new friends. I'll get to make jewelry with the ladies, build a mud hut for an old woman, do a litter pick, learn how to weave, go swimming, ride a camel, and be absorbed into the culture and 40 degree heat. 

This is a special time. 

I haven't worked out 'why' yet, but that phrase is darting around my brain, and when i get back, i will conclude . . .

And you will define whats on my mind,

whilst I burrow under ground.

Your lost me for a moment, then I rose to the surface,

Wearing a garland of purple flowers.

I look up from your feet to admit defeat,

My hair chopped at the neck,

Is me saying my regrets,

Of that unapproachable girl last summer.

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