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Blue Mountains in Blue: A Slow Escape Into New South Wales’ Ancient Landscapes
The light came first. Before the ferries, before the coffee,

The light came first. Before the ferries, before the coffee,

Samantha Duan The bus smells like diesel and someone’s cold

Lorelai Sharma I’ve written a lot of these logs. This

Lorelai Sharma I flew here for work. That’s the truth

Lorelai Sharma The morning came slow in Bali, the way

I have always flown economy. Not as a statement, exactly.

The same stale air-con that smells faintly of carpet and

The first thing the fjord gave me was the cold.

Picture this. The light is going gold over a cluster