This morning I searched for words and found some. Writing is only about finding some words and placing them in an order to tell a story. Nothing more.
Then I was greeted by some other words, of another’s work, far away across the sea.
We have never met, maybe never will. He works with clay and words and with beauty. Read this euancraig.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/kuza-nama
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