and so-
and so there was a bus
and three men and a girl
and a young man, a boy, really.
and so there were two bikes
traversing Africa, from Paris to Senegal
and so, this boy, this boy,
what was he doing there,
the slightest peach fuzz graced his face,
alone.
alone, but smiling
and so, why does he smile
except to show his bravery
in the desert, amongst strangers
who have become friends
by necessity.
and so,
by necessity.
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