| I write
in dust and wind words fade words change I write. The weather hangs eternal and always in between, dust the clay the spit and a pot called God "Wentankaem" - Umdloti Beach 2003 |
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| I write
in dust and wind words fade words change I write. The weather hangs eternal and always in between, dust the clay the spit and a pot called God "Wentankaem" - Umdloti Beach 2003 |
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