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Gwangju Writes
She Departed, She Arrived Written by Saul Latham
ARTS & CULTURE
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he was in the wind from the south, under the wings of seagulls – pure seagulls that floated quietly in natural sophic essence. Underneath, she was the atmosphere of the near-complete moon, of clouds decorated by light rays beamed from a carnival in the vivid heart of a Melbourne night. In port was the Spirit of Taz, now behind its scheduled departure time of 8:30 p.m.
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She waited in the car, first hearing, then seeing three motorbikes and another eight nipping past her window, through the lanes of eager humming vehicles that queued on the pier. Above, on deck, a shadowy silhouette stood looking out over hurried customs attendants who crackled “checks” and “rogers” over the radio.
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“No fresh fruit or veg?” asked the turbaned official leaning into the car. “No apples allowed?!” thought Pappa with a quizzed expression – “We’re going to the apple isle after all!” He looked across to her with a straight comedic glare. She laughed to herself then, through the rearview mirror, saw a driver eating what looked like a very tasty donut that disappeared in seconds.
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