On the day of my deliverance to Timbuktu, a quasi-religious pilgrimage for an Africaphile like me, the Harmattan wind had whipped the Sahara into a frenzy. Like a giant Hoover, the tempest had sucked the surface of the desert high into the sky. In a world turned uniformly beige, Timbuktu had disappeared...
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