the one in chipanku, the next village over. Maybe those ladies will
stop draining our spring. This morning when we walked up with our
soapy clothes we could barely dip out enough muddy water to rinse
them. Clean isn't really an option here.
In other news i introduced junior to the can opener yesterday. He is
nine. It was my 'gods must be crazy' moment of the week.
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