It was always meant to be like this.
Driving with Moyo dewa.
Fast. Too fast. We have to stop to get bike lights. We are given the the
really good ones, he has not seen them before.
Sunday, 11 March 2018
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Each morning, when i return from this empty place, my mind fills with the thoughts of yesterdays life; i emerge from the swamp with gifts containing instructions and symbols, to help me grow and decide what it really is that i want from this life. These are some of the remembered gems and crystals of these gifts.
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