Dearest Blog, Am in Byron Bay now and getting very behind on keeping you up to date on my progress. But before I retrace my steps I just have to tell you about a poem I wrote this morning- yes I think all this journal writing is having a strange effect on me. Had a dream about my dad, and this poem came to me, anyway I don't want to lose it so i'm going to write it down. The Fisherman, by Moi. Down by the riverbank through the reeds and bullrushes, I see a man, sitting, fishing. He is motionless. Like a statue. Lost in his thoughts, lost in his game, part of the lanscape. Without warning a sudden movement, a whirling reel. He stands up, the battle is on. Splashes in the water, a
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