A Story of Change
October 24th 2010 My logical, rational mind thinks, thinks too much, thinks it knows what cannot always be known. So was the meeting chance? I don’t know. I only know that I met a young ‘rasta looking’ man on the road, said my dumelas and passed by on my way to a planned event, a workshop that I was giving at the community library. I was several meters beyond him, when he called to me, said he was selling
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