The winter day dawned last year when a decade of survival in the killing machine that is Johannesburg was over for me.
I loaded my car and drove east. I crossed the Vaal River. When I came to the mountains I turned right and stopped.
"There you are," said my mother.
You'd think I'd just stepped outside and let my tea get cold.
Surrounded now by great blue mountains and small green hills, sky sky sky, I have time to put my tongue carefully along the sandy strange skin of figs and ponder this freedom thang.
I loaded my car and drove east. I crossed the Vaal River. When I came to the mountains I turned right and stopped.
"There you are," said my mother.
You'd think I'd just stepped outside and let my tea get cold.
Surrounded now by great blue mountains and small green hills, sky sky sky, I have time to put my tongue carefully along the sandy strange skin of figs and ponder this freedom thang.
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