7:56 pm
Acacus Mountain Camp, Libya
It's just before dinner, and, perhaps inspired by Salem's birdseye perch across the way, I watched the sun set from the top of the highest rock I felt comfortable climbing in bare feet. When the blazing bulb dropped below the horizon, the wispy cottony clouds refracted magenta, violet, and gold. I watched until the pinks disappeared, then lay down flat on the smooth black stone looking straight at the sky until every star was visible. The idle din of chatter and the buzzing camp generator notwithstanding, it was the most peaceful moment I've had yet on this trip. Maybe even ever.
More later. Time for second to last dinner in Libya.
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