Sy druk die klip styf teen haar oor vas, soos mens met ’n skulp maak. StormJana hoor die gesuis van water in die klip se stilte, ’n groot waterval wat van ’n vreeslike afgrond afstort; sy hoor die suising van wind deur die bome. En die soet, hoë note van ’n fluit.

-Riana Scheepers

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