Growing up in a small town definetly is a unique experience that comes with it's own peculiar set of pro's and con's. It also comes with it's own set of unique memories, one of which I bumped into full force this morning. I was on my way to another of those countless interviews I've been going to and there they where on the smallest patch of grass next to a taxi rank, hundreds of little white butterflies. I can't remember when last I saw them in such numbers or actually when if ever I've seen them here in good old JHB before. Gave me something to smile about and made me think that maybe mother nature was just slipping a little reminder that things aren't always as bad as they seem in for me :)
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