Fragments and memories 12

Fragment: Bondi…

We walked up the hill, listening as the drone of the helicopter and the jetskis competed with the roar of the water and the winds.

I have never been to Bondi beach before. It was nothing like I had expected. It was less shiny, less cared for, more peeling, flaking, rusting, empty, tired from the salt and the wind and the people, always the people, wearing away colour and stone and dreams…



















Fragments and memories 12

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