Bahr el-Ghazal.

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In this area of Bahr el-Ghazal the wind was so strong, it filled the sky with sand, dust, and grit, vanquishing the sun’s halo. You could stare right at/into it. Like an eclipse. It was the strangest thing.

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Durku. The wind was so strong and so full of sand, dust, and it turned the color of the ground.

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In Salal, the winds were blowing sand, dust, and grit filled the sky turning it light brown (or tan) and vanquishing the sun’s halo. Visually it was stunning; it almost looked like snow. But I can’t imagine their lives.

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In Beurkia the winds were so strong, they turned the sky the same color as the ground. It looked like snow, only it was dust and sand.

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Bahr el-Ghazal, the wind was so strong, it filled the sky with sand, dust, and grit. Visually it was stunning; it almost looked like snow. But I can’t imagine their ives.

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Sunset in Beurkia.

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We joked the Mourdi Depression got its name because anything that has to endure living there must be depressed. This tiny tree clings to live among massive sand dunes, rocky valleys, and fierce, unrelenting wind.

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In this area of Bahr el-Ghazal the wind was so strong, it filled the sky with sand, dust, and grit, vanquishing the sun’s halo. You could stare right at/into it. Like an eclipse. It was the strangest thing.

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I was told this was a new village, meaning it had only recently been built, and was occupied entirely by very conservative Muslim. When I asked the village’s name, I was told it’s name is New Village.

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Goz Kerki struck me as exceptionally beautiful. I loved the striations of color that just extended mile after mile, and as far as I could see.

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Driving in Bahr el-Ghazal.

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