![]() ![]() She sat quietly on the swing that Tim had built for her on her lastbirthday in April. The small water well in the right hand corner of the gardenkept everything cool and calm.The fresh air cleared the bitter memories from Treasure’s trove of hope andsorrow. The roseswere blooming in the small orchard the fruit trees provided shade to earth’stiniest beings. She turned her attentionoutside.Spring had arrived early and the yard greeted her with a burst of freshnessand aromas, like a corner of the Walter Sisulu Botanical Gardens. but not really enriching myself or my future at all.It was the kind of epiphany she had had before. I twist my life to fit aroundTim, taking whatever he offers to make myself look and feel goodtemporarily. It keeps them warm and it looks good, but they can’t earn a livingfrom it. ![]() ![]() ![]() Treasure sighed at the irony.They adopted an alien item into their culture that they don’t even makethemselves. And yet, a South African company has the exclusive rights to manufacturethem. ![]()
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