a writer's notebook: "write a little every day, without hope, without despair" - isak dinesen
Monday, June 15, 2009
Breakfast at Knead
Muizenburg: A stunning sunny morning filled with the aroma of fresh baking bread, also surrounded by surfers and chilled Cape folk unhurried, unstressed. You'd never ever think it was Monday morning in the rest of the world. Looking at the Indian ocean on this crystal clear day it really feels as if I could see all the way to Antarctica if I tried hard enough.
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