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Surf’s Happening!

You think you know what a diaspora is. But you have no idea how far and wide we travelled.

When The Happening occurred, we tried to fight, but the odds were stacked against us, so I am told. Our elders and our wise agreed the battle was unwinnable, and that for the good of our kind – our bloodline and heritage – we needed to run. But fleeing isn’t part of our DNA. Fighting is. So our running was fast, but it was heavy too. For every nimble step taken, there was a feeling of immense gravity pulling us back. And that pull did not diminish with distance. Nor time.

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Peckish

Typically, suburban homes don’t tend to collapse randomly, but that didn’t stop mine. It occurred to me, as dust settled on the heap of shattered timber and tiles, that the hippy I lived with might be trapped in the rubble. I began to frantically pick up timber fragments, screaming his name.

“Tommo? TOMMO? You under there, mate?”

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