I tend my own garden down in Johannesburg. Some things, like the beauty of the light between two noble branches and the extravagance of a field of flowers, only make sense directly in front of you. It reminds me of those olden days when my eyes lens still beamed a vibrance not off-yellow, and my house stood strong.
I had hoped my wife’s child be borne under the previous South African administration, for him/hers complexion would be of great benefit. Don’t get me wrong! I am happy with the new administration. Simply put things haven’t been the same. Alas my son came out a tad too late.
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sorry about this gang