Ah, winter, my old frenemy. I’ve become sick of the sound of my own voice moaning about my least favourite season, so I’m going to stop right now. Just allow me one teensy last mention of the dry drabness, the dark mornings and Joburg’s depressing dead lawns that I’m still not used to, even after 15 years
THINGS ARE GOING TO GET COSY
May 13, 2021
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