Photographs and memories: A pair of rusty fishing pliers and a faded Instamatic snapshot
As I take out the old fishing pliers, I can smell the sea on the old Transkei coast and hear the surf against the rocks. I can feel the scratchy wool of my father’s jersey as he cradled me in his arms and taught me to fasten a sinker, a hook and a wire trace […]
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