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Tamzin's avatar

For so many years, I didn't want to be a writer. I avoided it and dismissed it when people told me I could write. The only times I didn't ignore it though? During my travels! What is it about being in unfamiliar territory that forces words out onto the page? I was looking recently for writing I did while working in Yemen, Senegal or Zambia years ago - though I fear it may be lost in old email accounts I don't know how to access. Never mind - there will always be more words and more places to visit. You've made me so excited for my own adventure in a few weeks: I'm going to be spending time in some of my favourite towns in Morocco, and hopefully writing from there.

This piece was really beautiful, you've painted a lovely picture of Sydney. I also love what you say about gratitude for finding yourself in this privileged body - I try to remind myself of the same whenever I get a bit overwhelmed or negative!

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Senjii's avatar

Oops! I forgot to mention, the bats fly from Lane Cove National Park each evening south to the Domain and Centennial Park. Many years ago, I lived in Neutral Bay with a fantastic harbour view. But the best part was watching the bats flying overhead each evening in their thousands, making their way to the Domain and Centennial Park.

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