In the Niger River region, there is a town whose name is the stuff of dreams: the mysterious Timbuktu. They say that, a very long time ago, the nomads entrusted the care of a well there to an old ... [+]
Paper plates, paper cups.
Pink frosting on the
Heavy handle of my fork.
Flushed faces, shining eyes.
Laughter like the ocean,
Never ceasing.
Pink frosting on the
Heavy handle of my fork.
Flushed faces, shining eyes.
Laughter like the ocean,
Never ceasing.