1.0Bodytheologyhttps://bodystory.co.zaBodytheologyhttps://bodystory.co.za/author/fdv5s/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="aq975kpcum"><a href="https://bodystory.co.za/2019/05/02/ode-to-a-lost-place/">ode to a lost place</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://bodystory.co.za/2019/05/02/ode-to-a-lost-place/embed/#?secret=aq975kpcum" width="600" height="338" title="“ode to a lost place” — Bodytheology" data-secret="aq975kpcum" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); /* ]]> */ </script> https://bodystory.co.za/wp-content/uploads/2019/05/New-Image.jpg1469979I have been grieving for many years now Karoo house lost When I walked into the solidity of your stone walls, high wooden ceilings neglected wooden floors, your silent fire place the smell of rat poison in corners of abandoned rooms opening the latch of the back door with the turn of a shining brass …