She has a tattoo that begins at the bend of her leg, traveling all the way up her left side. She, the picture maker, has chosen to adorn her body with words. The flowing black lines of verse climb up her supple skin, circle her left breast, and lead to her heart. “Vroegherfs,” by the well-known Afrikaans poet N. P. van Wyk Louw, is a lyrical lament about the change of season from summer to autumn. To the credit of my high school teachers I vaguely remember it being an intimate prayer for spiritual awakening. About stripping down to the bare minimum as time steadily moves by. Ranna says it
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