
snatching up the tools of her tradegathering togetherher books, her notessmall remnants of her life eyes wide with fearher flatmate clutchestheir little dogto her chest travelling by train, on footthey finally reach the borderher skills, at leastare portable ~~~~~~~~ inspired by an article from yesterday’s SA Sunday Times in which three SA final year students […]
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‘Skills portable’, nothing more needed to survive, when you are displaced. Nice take.
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Very true.
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Thanks, Usha🌻
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😎😎😎
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👍🏼
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🌻😊🌻
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so true
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👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼
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Thanks, Beth🌻
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Thanks so much for sharing, Sadje! 🌻💙💛💖
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It’s my pleasure Chris
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yes a profound poem by chris! Those people were so brave and I am so glad they made it out safe!
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