Not many words were exchanged when we left the hut. We were as much strangers to these Sotho boys as the moment we met on the hill. Still, Mike and I had seen something deeper. Behind the capes and huts, a bunch of kids just laughing and being kids.
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We climbed the high barricades and crossed into Lesotho in the mist and clouds. That night we saw the lights of South Africa twinking below as a reminder of the world we'd left. We happened upon the inhabitants of this other world, but they were just ghosts to us. People of another time. At the climax, we hit the heart, the home, and gratefully slept alongside them. And it all remains up there, behind those walls.
(Northeastern Lesotho)