Goodness knows how my subconscious works, but I realised halfway through my day I was walking to all the wrong places. Through Hyde Park and then down to Circular Quay and up by the MCA and the Rocks and then over that damn fine bridge.
And by the time I had realised, my heart was in my throat and my eyes stung with tears. I wondered what I was hoping to find on that beautiful walk.
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