efore Christmas I was on a plane, circling over Sydney. The last time I’d wanted to travel there, pre-pandemic, I’d had to cancel because the place was ringed with fire. Since then the city had been so continually rained on, there were troubling outbreaks of mould. Now it was lashed by storms, and as we approached, the pilot had announced that only one
Windows of the soul
Jan 15, 2023
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