A sudden desire this afternoon for the locally brewed draught at the Woodsman Inn in Sabie has prompted a spontaneous road trip to Sabie. Right now I'm having a cappuccino (not the greatest) in Lydenburg/Mashishing and reading the weekend newspapers. I'm also processing a deep-seated skin hunger and pangs of loneliness (complicated story) that I've not experienced before. Nevertheless, and despite it being an ugly Sunday afternoon, I'm ecstatic to be alive and living in a perpetual space of childlike anticipation. And to know that I'm a free being with few limitations, and those limitations that I do have are of my own imagination and relatively easily dissolved.
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