It's dusk on the Long Tom Pass. Feintly, down below, I can see Sabie's lights. Except for the odd car passing me this is beautifully bleak and a lonely place to stand on the edge of the escarpment. It's a cold, blustery wind that tossles my hair and tears at my jacket. It's also a wind that exhilarates me. Here on the edge I'm out of my box and I gulp in deeply this air. My turmoiled emotions confirm that I'm very much alive...not the living dead.
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