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0Birthday Letters (for Seamus Heaney)
Fifteen years ago, when I was 23, I visited my cousin Geoff in Griffith, a smallish town in south-western New South Wales. Geoff was, is, a surgeon and was spending a year at Griffith Hospital. He wore a sarong when he was off-duty because he loved making the locals stare. Every time I had visited Geoff over the years, usually in his Kangaroo Point apartment in ...
