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Mar. 9th, 2010 | 06:37 pm

I've had a batch of bleak - finding myself far from the place I used to call 'home'. This is the start of spiny-lobster diving season there - and a time when the lemmings (my brother a friend and I) used dive. It was physically hard and made for a tight bond... I had a look in SA papers - an ambulance got called out for a burned child - the paramedics arranged to meet the parents at a familiar rondesvoux - and they were waiting with another guy and the injured child. And as they were dealing with it a pair of lowlives came up chased the guys off at gunpoint and, and raped the one paramedic, and were trying to rape the second when the chased off guys returned with cops. So the bad guys stole the ambulance. The kid is in hospital and so are paramedics. And it appears these two pieces of sweetness and light are still out there. I miss SA. But I wish instead I had my brother and friends out of there.

Anyway, life on my little island continues quite well ( http://flindersfreer.blogspot.com/2010/03/flounder-lights.html ) if you're curious - with no real issues except a spot of homesick. It is a little isloated. Writing needs to gear up again after the interruption of the MUCH FALL OF BLOOD proofs.

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Katrina

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from: kk1raven
date: Mar. 11th, 2010 07:34 pm (UTC)
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If that's the type of thing that is going on there, not being there anymore sounds wise. I've never noticed that whether or not it was wise to move makes a difference when it comes to missing a place though.

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