Tessa Rose



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my culture is a blizzard, low visibility everything, everywhere it is thick sheets of ice to slip on hard enough to break bone cold snow to cause loss of feeling in far digits and many places fun to make angels …

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Ode to the L90

Seaforth Where Meredith’s cousin Stephanie-Jane stabbed a man to death on his front lawn, and got as far as Gosford in a midnight-blue Toyota Camry. She accumulated mass in prison, and read scripture. Warringah Mall Where I bought my first …

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