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Nostalgia*

We look for ourselves in everything. Reflections, familiarity it brings us closer to our experience, Like we have already been there, and now we are merely visiting an old friend.

I walked today along this forgotten railway line in Italy and I remembered the smell of Southbroom summers, the heat of Durban and the humidity kissed my skin. It felt like home. 

And so it is clear to me, distance cannot erase things, if anything it only makes them clearer, more tangible. 

Our hearts remain in the soil of our birth place.

Slow motion ecstasy… 

Slow motion ecstasy…