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some incidental memories


There was the moment when the kid, walking purposefully down the yard wearing thongs and shorts into the long grass – no shoes, no faceguard, no ear muffs , no gloves – the brush cutter held ready to start …He was shocked by my small tantrum…


There was the time when a local woman billeting two students mentioned that they would need support. They had all gone for an early morning walk in the bush and come across a car in which someone had committed suicide.


I sometimes pass the Porrer’s garden. It sits proudly productive, flourishing in its series of raised beds and underground watering system. Someone told me that they are still in contact with at least one of the students they billeted. And that was 5 years ago.

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