πΈ ππ πππππππ’ ππ πππ ππππππ,
ππππππππππ ππ π ππππππ πΈβπ ππππππππππ ππ πππππππππ.
πππππ ππ ππ ππ ππ ππππππππππππ’ ππππππππ πππππππππ πππππππ’,
πΎπ π πππππππππππππ ππππππππππππ ππππππππ π ππππππ πππππππ.
πππππππ πΈ ππ‘πππ ππππππ πππ ππππππ, ππ πππ π ππππ,
πΎπ πππππ ππ’ πππππ πππππ ππ πππππ...
πΈ ππ ππ πππ ππππππππ ππ ππππππ πππππππ’.
Ancient dwelling places, forgotten pathways and neglected graveyards fill me to the brim with an enthusiasm for the mundane. As the fabric of life thins the voices of the celebrated AND the unknown whisper their legacy in the stoney structures which remain.
βOh, the wizardry of history. All the people who have lived and died,
the people whose stories have survived.β
- Isaac du Toit, Passionately Curious
