Wednesday, May 24, 2017


Opononi was usual enough; it had a store, a beach, a wharf, some trees towering over it, and even an old wooden hall we always went to. My friends and I did what kids do - launched stones into the water, dashed across the sparkling sand, sped after the seagulls like lions hunting deer, climbed the trees, swam or raced, doing nothing important.

Nicole R Gray

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