After the hospital, cold winds and a light splash of pink and purple.
If it weren’t for the Canberra rain these last days, in the overwhelming context of NSW floods, I may not have stayed so long un the one spot.
This is the one place I receive care and happiness, so I develop a deep bond for the people, extending into excerpts of meaning such as the dry patch showing where I parked.
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