On the eve of 2020 I was home preparing a platter of cold meats, crackers, cheese and deserts as my father braaied on our patio under the stary sky in the December heat. I had wanted to buy firecrackers and light them on the beach. I loved the light the show of beauty and joy as we ushered in a new year with a bang. My parents however did not approve of thrivilously wasting money on a bang. Instead we spent The night calmly with a childish wander. As midnight struck I climbed up onto my roof to watch the fireworks without a care in the world without a clue of what was to come.
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Living in a pandemic.
Non-FictionAs the new year dawns none of us could imagine what was to come. I blindly waded through this year as 2020 gave us its worse. It was a year like none before with wild fires, political unrest, a pandemic, lockdowns and uncertainty and yet life contin...
