“Same as ever. Cane grows. Cane gets cut. The world keeps spinning.”
“Did you ever find out where she went?” april in australia
The third week brought a storm—not the theatrical cyclonic tantrums of summer, but a sharp, brief autumnal squall that flattened the guinea grass and left the air rinsed clean. Afterward, they walked to the lagoon. The jabirus were there, elegant and prehistoric, their black-and-white bodies reflected in water the colour of weak tea. “Same as ever