Out Of Africa.

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“The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the North, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up, near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.” – Karen Blixen, 1885 – 1962

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About mirrenaudax

Slightly greying, bequiffed and enterprising visual artist from Up North.
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