10 August 2012
#household - loincloth
A s I sat in quiet thought B ushmen appeared before me O ld and weathered, yet so alive R ed loincloths bright against their skin I ntricate ocre patterns G reat wisdom in their eyes I watched them for hours N ight gave way to day A nd then they were gone L ike whispers on the breeze
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Aboriginal Night • Opuss № I