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LETTER FROM Knysna
Apr 27, 2020
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know I must be a sight: a bedraggled woman wearing I Mr Price men’s underpants and a faded rash vest, creeping around in the shallows like a retired crocodile. I know I am often a disappointing sight, surfacing to the sound of squealing kids and pointing parents on the quay who are hoping they’ve spotted a rare dugong, or a raggie, or a seal. “,” they mutter, before wandering off to coffee and cake, or whatever
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