One afternoon I walked up Vlakkenberg from Constantia Neck. A steep path fenced from the win yards at the beginning going up.
Long time ago a fire purged the mountain from foreign vegetation.
Purged by fire, brushed by the wind and bleached by the sun it is only the essence which remains.
The naked form in its pure beauty reminds me and asks: What is my essence and my core?
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