For an accompanying imagine a spit of land, lined with rusted old ships lying side by side, and beyond them dozens of crocodiles lurking in a fouled river.
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Writing is what I do. What I think about. What I meditate on. What I dream up. Listen to. Imagine. Sometimes I sleep. Sometimes I eat. And I walk. Pull out environmental weeds. There are a thousand more things I do, though writing comes into a fair few of those things too. View all posts by Rita de Heer