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Perhaps the most perfect evening ever,

Though there is nothing very spectacular

 As it fades in various darkening shades of blue and gold,

The chorus of love-sick cicadas and birds making their final calls  

Can’t drown out the not-very distant roar of traffic,

Air is cooling, though bricks remember the heat of an hour ago,

Nothing very remarkable, but something, anyhow,

That makes it all worthwhile.

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Kampala 2019