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Lonely Land

"where the dust settles on my skin
where the wind calls my name,
where my soul aches to live
and yearns to lie down and die
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"where the dust settles on my skin
where the wind calls my name,
where my soul aches to live
and yearns to lie down and die
where the windmills crank their weary song,"
Extract of a poem of the Karoo by Helen Lockhart.

From a trip across the Karoo.This often dry and arid region of South Africa holds its own unique beauty and is often only seen by eyes willing to look. It is a place of silence and aloneness and one's spirit must be strong to survive here. For the visitor it offers a chance to forget the noise. This is a typical landscape from the area which is largely dry and flat with small hilly outcrops.
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