I dreamt of Perth last night. I could feel the gritty heat and smell the rust-stained limestone of the northern suburbs. Buffalo grass wilted underfoot. That place never meant much to me until I left it.
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High romance in the Bishop/Fielding household:
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Looking forward to it x
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It's a funny city. I've only ever lived there unwillingly, and I suspect it'll always be that way. I can't become fond of it exactly, but it's important. If that makes any sense. I have so much trouble phrasing livejournal comments when I'm sober :)
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