I dreamed I was in love and it felt real. Warm, fervent, palpable, moist.
Unrequited.
Then I fell asleep, and everything was all right.
Friday, June 01, 2007
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Despite having left Australia in 1970 I recall the time I spent in that country with greater vividness than much that has happened since. My writing, most of which is about the history of Australian football, reflects this. There is also a novel, "Goodbye, Marlene", some of the content from which appears below, albeit in somewhat modified form..
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