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Waking up in Cape Town
The fall in full swing, summer has closed shop and sent the South Easter winds on holiday.
The moisture absorbed by the sun during the last days is spread like a blanket over the city. We woke up in a mist of clouds, and with no wind, the fog made its way down to the streets, playing hide and seek between the houses, daring the sun to chase it away.
Winter is unpacking its light north west...
Saturday 20th April 2024 9:55 am
I see tomorrow, born from death
When death steal your tomorrow
leaving you with more questions than sorrows
What is life, so fragile, no time to waste
who am I, where do I belong, where is my space?
Memories painting a picture against the wall
trying to make sense of yesterday’s Fall
Some make you smile, some make you cry
there is nothing of yesterday to deny.
As time tempers the Mind and heals the Heart
the Soul is...
Tuesday 8th June 2021 8:11 pm
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