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Kasanka
- Jessica Groenendijk
- Nov 13, 2014
- 1 min read
This is a modest little poem I was moved to write one day after witnessing, what seemed to me, nothing short of a miracle at a place called Kasanka, in Zambia...
One day,
the termite hill was bare
The next,
covered with tiny mushrooms
Thousands of them,
bright,
fragile,
exuberant
My heart sang.