slip away.
passed quickly under the guise of a South African winter.
disappear in the bright day of a wonderful Portugal, made up of countries, faces, food, wine and tender moments.
A road trip in which I have not lost sight of these experiences, the difficult days, the winning shots, errors and distractions that I met on my way.
now hit with force, a force unknown to me, making perfect motion in the straight and violent rain falling on the bottom line of my worries.
Stronger, more sure of my ability, without fear.
Another step forward in my novel of formation.
Another step forward as summer dies.
Another step forward and turn yellow.
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