tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819421349282788732.post2697612628565885763..comments2023-08-20T14:36:35.664+01:00Comments on BEVERLEY NAIDOO: Parting from papersBEVERLEY NAIDOOhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01152987617515287056noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819421349282788732.post-62915799760923934972015-05-05T17:22:35.553+01:002015-05-05T17:22:35.553+01:00A little lump in my throat as I read your comment ...A little lump in my throat as I read your comment about dust richocheting up, Di. Goodness, deep memories indeed... thank you.BEVERLEY NAIDOOhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01152987617515287056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819421349282788732.post-86853836338782607112015-05-05T17:03:24.883+01:002015-05-05T17:03:24.883+01:00The thought of rain falling down on your papers as...The thought of rain falling down on your papers as they travelled in that van to a safe haven brought up such intense memories of rain beating down on a tin roof or better still the dull thud of rain against a thatched grass roof and the way dust richochets upwards with the first heavy drops in Africa. Felt strangely emotional about your papers finding a new home.Dianne Hofmeyrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18222157214605257030noreply@blogger.com