The Language of Memories
I know so little of the place I was born. Recently, the reminders of my not-knowing have become more frequent. An epidemic of half-familiar this-that-those.
University
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Spilling the tea on USyd’s delayed maintenance of hot water facilities
Nobody wants a cold cup of tea.
Misc, Perspective
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A Weekend in the Country (Women’s Association)
Feminism is Julia Clark’s jam. Jam is their jam.