Visual fragments of a life on a little island in the South China Sea
I can never hear this without thinking of my mother's story about going to teach Donovan's son with her leg in plaster after doing her Achilles. She arrived at his mansion on the Wentworth Estate to find there were no chairs in the sitting room, only cushions. As she tells it, she had to throw down her crutches and leap into one.
Ulaca mater. . . a groovy chick hanging out in a hippy crash pad.
I still remember the boots and - ugh! - the hot pants.
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