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Agnes Sam


The breeze felt hot. It came blowing towards them up the hill in little gusts, skimming low over the top of the wild grass so that the pointed, dried-up tips appeared combed-back. Each time it reached the red- petalled flower growing wild in the veld, the flower shook, its petals fluttered, with neither breeze nor petal making a sound.



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