The city is Perth, Australia. The stories are real enough.

History is as close as yesterday. Memory snips around stories...   Intercity distance. We know the globe as a patched work of countries...   Tale(s) of public transport. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   How many feet have passed here? There are no footprints in the City...   Born running. Darling machines we live with...   Some days the city lives. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   Your own little bit of nature. High walls: the weeded gardens...   A city born at the crossroads. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   Eulogy for the twin towers. Bound for the new world...   Song for a suburb. Unlike happiness, you can't buy a home...   Return to Hand Written...

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