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January 9, 2016 (& 2002 & 1980)

In 2012, I paddled out before the sun came up in Manly, surfing as it rose. Today—on the same wild ocean but kilometres away—I wade into the water again, watching the waves crest and crumble through palm fronds jammed into the sand. The dew had made the top layer dark; and hopefully it had also run the dog piss off the car tyres. The foaming pacific felt warm and light as a cappuccino but the bared teeth of the mottled mongrels were chilling as they chased me off the beach. I can still hear their barking. The shore-break was detonating in rumbling, rolling white-outs while I remembered that half a lifetime ago (1998) I got my first guitar — as today (2016) I was getting another one.



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Dear Mum

I just found a little lonely blue feather under a pine tree on a nine-hole golf course just outside of Melbourne.

We’re here for a friend’s 30th birthday and hunting mushrooms in the dark, damp needle beds—Slippery Jacks. Toadstools. And irregular growths that bruise easily.

Too few and nothing happens, too many and everything can happen, all at once.

Today we’ll hit balls around the property. Fuzzy yellow ones, and small, hard, pockmarked ones.

That’s before we stay up all night and then play musical beds all morning.

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