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by HEATHER McRAE Under the beach umbrella I watched Dad swimming far out past the sand banks and the pale shallows arms forking, dark head moving through blue ripples At the ocean beach Mum called the crests white horses, said…
by HEATHER McRAE Under the beach umbrella I watched Dad swimming far out past the sand banks and the pale shallows arms forking, dark head moving through blue ripples At the ocean beach Mum called the crests white horses, said…
Heather McRae is an archivist and historian, living in the northern suburbs of Melbourne. She has written and contributed to research guides and historical publications, in areas including religious, military, environmental and local history. She is currently exploring memoir and…