LETTER FROM Dordabis
Mar 16, 2020
2 minutes
Somewhere on a farm in the Langbeenberg, only one of my three fires is still aflame. I made the first to prepare my dinner; the second, burnt down to glowing embers, will be used to heat water to wash later tonight; and this one, burning high, is for company. A big moth flies straight into the flames. Pffft.
Guineafowl called and gemsbok crunched
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