
Beneath the Fading Sky
Someone waits where the shadows blend, a quiet pause no need to pretend. The wind may whisper the world may

Someone waits where the shadows blend, a quiet pause no need to pretend. The wind may whisper the world may

They named it Sesriem ‘six rawhide straps’ because that’s how far settlers had to lower their buckets to steal water

Deadvlei is where silence meets soul—900-year-old trees, cracked earth, and a desert dream.