Posted by mabel on Jul 18, 2013

 

7AM. Crisp, chilly, snap feels the Joburg air. For my morning ritual here, I lay in bed watching the sun break the blue horizon and draw its light across the wall of my room.  At first a soft pink light peeks through the darkness. Slowly intensifying its yellow cast, the sun rakes its shadows down the rough-hewn wall whose bricks radiate the warm reddish gold of their Gauteng earth. I’m told that this particular…
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