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I REMEMBER SUN-FILLED DAYS OF WALKING IN THE VELD, CLIMBING KOPPIES TO LOOK FOR ROCK ART
Arriving on my grandparents’ farm for our annual three-week winter holiday was always an occasion. As was usual, my grandmother waited for us on the big red wraparound stoep. How long she had been hovering in the vicinity of the front door we never knew, but there she always was as my dad parked the
