I'm off to Sydney next week for a few days, including the reading at The Loft (see post below). Maybe will catch up with folks - but also 'things to do while visiting home', archival and disposal. And touch-ness, of course.

Last time Sydney looked strange, hills, valleys. And a kind of wetness. Too large and too small at the same time. I had to re-read it. Took me a day at least. (I said all that below, but I'm reminding myself, being someone in train.)


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