Ghana’s ghosts and graces

We stood on the castle ramparts, pointing our cameras at one another. There was nothing to say. Waves pounded and churned against the seawall below; the fishing boats pitched sideways as they set out beneath somber skies. A blanket of clouds stretched toward the horizon, sitting low over an ocean that looked like freshly poured cement.
Read full article >> Stephanie McCrummen 02 Oct, 2011
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