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Apr 2017
Concept: We climb, laughing, to the top of the tallest baobab tree in the whole grove. I can run my fingers through the clouds passing above us and the great blue of the sky blends into the enchanting colour of your eyes. With hands intertwined, we jump and are carried by the breeze. I know you are afraid of heights, but we are so safe together, so safe.
Georgia Marginson-Swart
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Georgia Marginson-Swart  22/F/London
(22/F/London)   
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