[a piece about a trip into the remote south-west of Tasmania]
My first view of the Cape had been from the nearby Ironbound Range some years before. While light clouds scudded over that range, they gathered dark and drear around the Cape. On that occasion I was glad not to be headed there. This time, by some perverse choice, it is my destination. There will be no “elsewhere".
with such love and intensity
it's almost...it's almost as if
if you could only crack the code
then you'd finally understand what this all means. *
* from Jane Siberry’s song “Calling All Angels”