author: Peter Ramm

  • ARTS AND CULTURE

    Headland daydreaming

    • Peter Ramm
    • 30 September 2019
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    This place is new to my son, who doesn't know that satin bowerbirds pilfer the brush ... He's busy tracing each scribble in each gum, and my hands are full of his hands, faintly heavy — faintly delicate. A towering deciduous fig hangs over us; its branches are neural pathways, thin at their tips the way memories thin in time.

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