The wind howled, whipping through the salt-kissed air as James

He sat on the park bench hunched over. He felt

Within a realm of reveries, where desires dance, A young

Luke and Ria strolled through the park, the night enveloping

Near the sleepy little town of Eshowe in the Natal

"Don't," I said. She was startled and looked at me.

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