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A Referendum

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There they stood. Tall as the Sudanese day is long; black as a moonless night. Like two clothes horses. They stood erect, he in an ill fitted suit, ashy ankles bare and she, her threadbare wrap draped, cascading from her shoulder, desperately reaching for the ground. A bus approached. As the man extended his arm…

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