"Tears are very close to my eyes," says Bhonco, son of Ximiya. "Not for pain... no... I do not cry because of pain. I cry because of beautiful things."
And he cries often. Sometimes just a sniffle.Or a single tear down his cheek. As a result he carries a white handkerchief all the time, especially these days when peace has returned to the land and there is enough happiness to go around. It is shared like pinches of snuff. Rivers of salt. They furrow the aged face.Zakes Mda, The Heart of Redness
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