Where are you happiest?
At night I sit on the brick patio of a beach house at Currarong with a garden of flannel flowers and kangaroo paws. I listen to the ocean through a windbreak of low eucalypts and banksias, just a hundred paces away.
Are you a vivid dreamer?
In a recurring nightmare, I’m about to sit for a university exam in English or History. I haven’t been to any lectures and I can’t find the exam room.
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