Holli's Ramblings

Holli's Ramblings
My cheek is smudged with red clay. African soil keeps me grounded, dirty, alive. Dusty, wet, preoccupied by irony and deceit, beauty and angst, the fragile and the strong. Beads of sweat trickle down my spine over time and through the valleys of this

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