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by Amy Towle By the door of a grey mud hut with a straw thatched roof tilting slightly to the right, stood the oldest woman of the Pokot tribe. A worn, hairless cow hide, tied in at the waist, covered her from knee to chest. Her chest and neck were hidden by thousands of coloured beads woven … Continue reading
“There are no rules!” by Nick Melzer Khan was small, plain, and modest – a near polar opposite of the vast, grandiose, and relentlessly colourful land we were driving through, Rajasthan. His light brown complexion, wispy white beard, close-cropped grey hair, flat white hat and quiet confidence gave him away as a Muslim, though he … Continue reading
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