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Lovely weekend spent walking around Stellenbosch with minor headache from dinner-party of the night before. ( My best friend got engaged and the rock on her finger sparkles with the same clarity as her beautiful mind. )
The thrill of the little decor-shops and tree-lined streets with its café - culture quickly rejuvinated me.
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This is an exquisite chapter on its own. Good friends and good food. The stuff dreams are made of.
Thanks Ronel for hosting me.
It was great great Great.
I promised some poems... so they are on their way.
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