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Townsville: a portrait.

The unkind call it Brownsville. They forget the sound of the rain drumming on the roof, the water running down the footpaths, streaming along gutters, gurgling down drains. They forget how it rains day after day and how the plants … Continue reading

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Where the Gods Dance

As I drive over Rooney’s Bridge, the moon’s golden face smiles across the mangrove tree and mudflats, emphasizing their absorption of light. The mudflats, however, eagerly await the dancing tread of the gods. I’m sure if I left the huddle … Continue reading

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