Gazing at a rendition of The Flying Bushmen, one perceives that the eye, being ever in motion, like a bird a’ flutter, is causing the figures in the found landscape before you, to move. Then you see through.
During a melodic astringent ”wine affair” in Windedal, I mean Citrusdal, Antoinette saved our bacon with supra real ochre patches, which balanced with spectral essays forth from the colour wheels of squared stone. The following week Saturday, Grade 2-5 learners from Yzerfontein Academy compassed the communal spacetime Bushmanland with intrigues from the realm of Believe, Bardo of the Second-born.
The firstborn are elves, they await over the wine-rich sea, and under feet and nose.
The Zen Olympiad 
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