Mel/Mel

Not on the ocean, on a muted bay, where the broad rays drift slowly over mud, and flathead loll on sand, a city bloats. Between the plains of water of loam. If surf beats, it is faint and far away; If slogans blow around, we stay at home.

 

— <MELBOURNE> CHRIS WALLACE-CRABBE

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