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Sprung

September had done that Sydney thing where it made winter look like an administrative error. The sky over Coogee was offensively blue, the wind had dropped, and the ocean had gone from the hard grey of August to something that looked good enough to swim in. At least if you were looking at it from… Continue reading Sprung

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All good things are three

Kristin arrived already annoyed, which was useful because the rest of them had been drifting toward optimism. “The whole thing is most appalling,” she said, putting down her glass. Adam looked up. “That’s very English.” “I’m Norwegian.” “Then we’re in real trouble.” She ignored him. “We are degrading the conditions of continuity to optimise the… Continue reading All good things are three