I remember a bus ride when I was in Grade 8, on the way, I think, to an Eisteddfod – a competition?  A final? – and on the way from Maryborough to Brisbane an older boy, in Grade 10, said to me: so long, and thanks for all the fish.  And I pretended as though I knew what he was talking about.  At the time: no idea.

-13 November 2016

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