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Vier vroue, vyf stukkies papier

“Outside, the music pumped. But no one looked like they were in the mood for a party. The late winter crescent moon hung in the sky like a scythe. Five pieces of paper had worked like a car bomb, blowing the night apart.” – Richard Poplak Vir dié wat nie weet waarvan ek praat nie,… Continue reading Vier vroue, vyf stukkies papier