I have navigated New York traffic with enough ease and fury to classify me as a non-tourist. At 8 am on a Thursday I have walked through snow banks near Mount Cook and listened for avalanches. I have been in love three or four times and had my heart broken near as many. At seven, I stalked through woodlands bare-chested with two comrades. At
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