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High on a Hill

November 17, 2008 by  
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Listening to the tributes about my great grandmother Moewaka Jane Rapana (or Nama as she was affectionately called) it wasn’t hard to imagine her walking between us all standing there. It seemed fitting that she would rest on the high hill overlooking her beloved

Wet And Wild

November 4, 2008 by  
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The mechanical horses beneath the bonnet of our car seemed to be straining at the bit, they wanted to gallop to the bottom of the Bombay Hills. I gave them reign. With the window wound down again I felt the wind on my face and I was reminded of

Wishful Thinking

July 28, 2008 by  
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The weather like so much else about our lives can be so unpredictable. Personally, I have rather a love-hate relationship with unpredictability. I hate the ‘not knowing’ characteristic of it because