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About Me
I love the smell of burnt grass out in the veld, it arouses nostalgia and grants moments of rapture. Summer is pure unbridled pleasure an awakening or reawakening from the hibernation or the suspension of life in our ecology that we call winter. Fire - the cleanser - captures the final moment/ memory of that which it consumes, the smoke is like the soul of its victim attempting a final escape.