I posted this on the day – 14 July – over on bewilderbeast.org, but it also belongs here, so here it is:
On the 14th July 1951 the biggest hugest massivest humungousest stroke of luck to befall him in all his life befell Pieter Gerhardus Swanepoel. By far. By a very long long way the biggest.
And he didn’t realise it, still doesn’t.
This morning Mary will wake thinking, I wonder how Pieter is, I hope he’s alright.
Happy 70th wedding anniversary, Mom n Dad.
Anniversaries and ‘Traditional Gift’
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