Music, a deep, secret language that heals


In the howling predawn tempest, I hear the cowboys doing the Camdeboo yodel. Here in the tented lair in the corner of creaking, corrugated Pondok Paleis I am allowed to share with Baron Tomcat van Avonleigh, we have an electric blanket and it is toasty...

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