Wednesday, January 14, 2009



There is a strange quiet on village nights. Usually there is a cacophony of barnyard sounds with roosters crowing, pigs grunting, and dogs fighting. I soon realize that I have been gone during the holidays when guests, feasting and revelry are at their peak in Samoa. No creature or plant is spared.

I am putting out an APB to see if my feathered friend survived the stew pot.

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