Ficus macrophylla

Moreton Bay Fig at sunrise.

June, 1925

— first thing Tomas saw in Sydney was the grey ceiling and green walls of a hospital ward. He had no memory of arriving there. He was so sick he did not attempt to speak. His head was on fire and his wind whistled through a little knothole in his splintery wooden throat.

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  1. I love this Craig. Beautifully written.

    Such simple yet incredibly effective prose made me tear up.

    So good ! Bravo x

    Dany Cooper + 61 (0) 412 494684

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