Anger. An old feeling I thought I'd done pretty much away with. Contemplation has all but been pushed out and silence is all but whisper. I feel myself all too tender and sensitive. The meeting between the Tanzanian government, the investors, and the company I will be working for has been pushed back till the sixth of August. The lease will be signed with little delay and we will be on the ground doing the surveying and making the ground ready for rice. But in the interim I wait with thin jeans and worn boots...biding my time and losing my soul.
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