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she's calling me from across the land across the corridors of stone, rocks and sand the empty expanse which separates us now will soon dwindle as we journey to Tankwa Town the desert can be harsh but maybe she can be tamed or better put, respected, as she lets you have your way to stare into her milky eyes, star studded and moon-rising and hold her close as you whisper "You are truly mesmerising" and when the sun has set on a week where i hope only love, respect and care, of we speak you, my darling, my sandy treat will have nothing left from me but prints from my feet
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
tankwa
she's calling me from across the land across the corridors of stone, rocks and sand the empty expanse which separates us now will soon dwindle as we journey to Tankwa Town the desert can be harsh but maybe she can be tamed or better put, respected, as she lets you have your way to stare into her milky eyes, star studded and moon-rising and hold her close as you whisper "You are truly mesmerising" and when the sun has set on a week where i hope only love, respect and care, of we speak you, my darling, my sandy treat will have nothing left from me but prints from my feet
the call of Tankwa Town is deafening, as AfrikaBurn approaches. South Africa's flavour of Burning Man set in the Karoo where art, imagination and the human spirit come together for one beautiful week in the Tankwa Karoo National Park. My feet are quite literally itching to go!
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 3:02 AM UTC
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