The light dripped through the brim of her hat and drew winding hieroglyphics on her face, bows and glowing rivers and somewhere amongst all of it her oleander smile.
She smelled like the second Sunday of May.
"What about Perth?"
"If you will be there, that's fine" he said, and he might just then have told her that on their first date he was wearing a shirt he'd washed days before, using han…
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