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As we drove along the long, lonely plains of Africa, they nattered of places, people and parties they missed back in Europe, dragging their home town of Ghent behind us like a clattering string of tin cans.

– South Africa, March 2014

Written by sabineclappaert

April 13, 2014 at 5:13 pm

Posted in 3 - Wild Words

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