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2011-03-29

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There was a time, when the morning smell of the veld awaited us each morning, rich with life. A time that measured itself in seasons and not seconds. A time when the good of the whole was put before the good of a few.

And now, now each second weighs heavily upon the one before it. Warning us, conserve …

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