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The morning swallows darted above the long evergreen grass catching their morning meal as they did. The day was heating up exponentially to its sweltering humid conclusion. The loose sand, a steaming cesspool after yet another nights rain made walking in open shoes a kids delight. The monotony of the rolling hills broken only by the occasional Zulu hut or village all culminated into a vista people would pay a lot of… Read More