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mamoun and amelia before she left for the airport.

people keep leaving this place. most recently, my pal amelia.

it seems like, with each departure, for better or worse, sudan takes on a new flavor. when louise was around, sudan had the flavor of lentil soup and too-long walks under the too-hot sun. when amelia was around, it had the flavor of watermelon-rind chutney and trips to the souk.

nowadays, it has the flavor of shiro and bus rides to places farther away.