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I'm still here!

Hiiii friends!

 I have been the worst blogger ever the past few months! Sorry for that. Although my crazy life has become so normal in my mind, I can't count the number of times that I've been asked, "So what are you actually doing over there?" So here's to the next 8.5 months and posting more updates on my work, Malawian culture, and life in Bondo village.



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