The sun reaches through clouds scattered across the vast Southern African sky, as though announcing the arrival of angels, nourishing my starving, sleeping soul. strands of white heat touch cold orange sand and a lizard pauses to absorb the dying day. The silver darkness of approaching night casts an eerie silence over the expectant bush and Blossoming grass glows golden with the promise of new life and I can breathe, I can see, I can hear, I can feel. I am awake to every sense stirring meaning from within. I hear the tempo of my heart swell in the silence as I breathe in the dusk and emotion overwhelms me. The scene blurs as tears fill my eyes. My heart edges towards crescendo as my senses overcome me with memories and the sweet, sweet smell of the bush. I feel turmoil, I feel peace, I feel home.
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