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Wednesday, August 28, 2013

the forgotten friend


When I was a little girl in the Karoo I was told I had a friend which the world couldn't see but was so real to me as the man in the street, so real infact that you would find me at the bottom of the garden under the willow tree chatting for hours, my parents let him stay for as long as I believed he was there, my mom having to feed not just me but him as well…

 

We use to take trips through the Karoo in our family combie and he use to come with… but then one day I stopped going to the willow tree and mom didn't have to make a second bottle any more, he just disappeared, and by him leavening so did the memory of him…

 

This is my attempt to recreate my imaginary friend from a long time ago...

 

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