Wednesday, July 31

I miss South Africa

These warm and dark summer nights when I'm sitting up writing on my essay make me miss South Africa, the granny flat and the family I was staying with. Hearing people talking outside the kitchen, cars coming and going, doors, footsteps and peaking out behind the curtains to see who was up and who was not. The sound of the monkeys running on the rooftops and dogs barking.

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