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Jet lag hangs over my days like the mosquito net over my bed. Fatigue leaves me feeling foggy and slow. My dreams are filled with images of red clay, green bush, and children waiting to hold our hands. In a few days, I will be operating at a more normal pace, but I will cling to these memories and ponder them for a long time. I have much to write about and many questions left to ask.
To read more about my trip to Uganda, please visit my travel journal blog.
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Can’t wait to read more about this experience. Jet lag is never fun. Rest up!
Your description with your link to your blog post really caught my attention! Love the picture and your line about children waiting to hold hands. Looking forward to hearing about your experiences!
Thanks I just got back a batch of photos so new stories are rising to the top Juliann
I loved the blog so far, Juliann. It sounds as if it was a life-changing trip. I like the reflective comments you’ve made-carries me along into the trip experience well.
Your piece is poetry to me. Picture is beautiful and lends itself to read on about Uganda.
It won’t be re-entry,
it will be re-freshed, re-new, re-kindled, re-vitalized, re-vealing.
Once the jet lag wears off I do believe I will be renewed!
Such a beautiful piece. The amazing picture goes so well with the text.
Terje
I think your word choice and the flow of the piece were perfect. Jet lag did not impact your writing!