Driving home, I always think of stories, looking at Tafelkop in the distance.
Of a mythical kingdom in the clouds, with legends and mystery surrounding it. Of explorers setting out to see if the rumours are true. The few that return do not say much, but you can see that something has happened to them.
I drive to that kingdom often. There is no mythical tribe living there. Merely a man and a women with their 2 cats and 2 dogs. High up in the clouds. Who enjoy the company of explorers who bring their own wonderful stories with them.
There is a place...
George
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