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by KELLY ASMUSSEN At night she walks – hobbling through the centre of town, recognising those who pass. Early on park benches, she sits and ponders, and smiles when she finds an eye – each encounter she knows. Afternoons rimming…

by KELLY ASMUSSEN Your place is here beside us. Along the subtle stream, on salty foam, shining in fire light and walking whispering grass; snoring, under thousand star lights, in long deck chairs and on the ‘evil’ couch. Around the…