Reflections

March 11, 2015

In the quiet corners of a garden, there is a language spoken without sound. It is a series of small, rhythmic negotiations—the...

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March 11, 2015

I remember a morning in the Karoo when the air was so still it felt like the world was holding its breath....

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March 10, 2015

There is a particular kind of silence that only mountains know. It is not the absence of sound, but a heavy, ancient...

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