I am the khaki grass waving pliant before the terrible wind of this aching drought I see around me; the flat openness of this Karoo heartland; the mountains that define the sky far over there to the right of me.
I am the horse and the lamb thin and old; the dust and heat of this oppressive night that blankets me as we speed ahead to the green of our destination.
And I am the words between us, spoken and silent, that make us who we are.
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I am the khaki grass waving pliant before the terrible wind of this aching drought I see around me; the flat openness of this Karoo heartland; the mountains that define the sky far over there to the right of me.
I am the horse and the lamb thin and old; the dust and heat of this oppressive night that blankets me as we speed ahead to the green of our destination.
And I am the words between us, spoken and silent, that make us who we are.
I am everyman, I am you and you are me...
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