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

History is as close as yesterday. Memory snips around stories...   City mile/country mile. We know the globe as a patched work of countries...   City journeys end where they begin. There are no footprints in the City...   Tale(s) of public transport. I bus to Perth / must cost less...   Born running. Darling machines we live with...   The looking-glass city. Winter passed in procession, rapid...   Your own little bit of nature. High walls: the weeded gardens...   How roads became. Long ago, before the first cities were built...   New York, you seemed so tall. 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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