Some images found along the way
In the bright night of sights we pray,
Lay discarded with hymns often sang with
mirth
Sentiment burning all in memory’s hearth.
Secret Messages of Flowers - On Pieter Robert Uitlander's Art
Algorithms tend to throw flowers at a flower child, and this I encountered when researching botanical depictions in arts, resulting in tho...
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The Minister for Higher Education and Training, Dr Blade Nzimande was recently hosted for a discussion on the Morning Live - New Age Newspap... -
Keorapetse Kgositsile The wind is caressing the eve of a new dawn a dream: the birth of memory Who are we? Who were we? Things can...
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