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When someone who is so gifted at weaving words to create tapestries that reveal layers upon layers of meaning and depth; puts all that aside and tells it simple, naked and honest — I am snot en trane, humbled and honoured beyond measure. Jules I love you MTNFPP — it matters not how near or far, or if we ever meet — I hold you in my heart and in my thoughts always. I see you in the precious African rain and in every child that places their hand in mine. Thank you. Xxx

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