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Your footsteps gone, grass spry before I could ask, 

Hold my hand, just this once…

Life as a USyd student means arriving to a 9am class late and savouring a soy latte from Courtyard while embracing the moments with those people who make our everyday experiences here — those little ‘vignettes’ — worth every second.

Nestled between the giant pillars of Redfern and Newtown, it’s easy to forget that it is there until an aimless walk takes you there, off the corner of an unfamiliar street.

Qiuhua sees it in the way the air blurs and shimmers when Yangfeng is near, the blood-clotting warmth and organ-squeezing butterflies.

Your hair’s longer now, you’ve stopped calling yourself ‘he’. You’re not sure why you still call fifteen-year old you ‘he’. Probably just a habit. You are your mother’s child, after all.