april 16/17
I'm ice-skating outside the embassy when I see Sean from high school. I'm worried about skating on breaking ice but he points out that it doesn't get any thinner, it just goes lower under the water. He takes me for a ride in an embassy car - he works there. We go slow, gliding, and out the window I see yellow and bubblegum-pink flowers. They look like roses but closer I see they're more like orchids; incredibly beautiful.
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There is an incredible electric bass guitar made from polished wood. The whole guitar body and neck is from a single piece of wood and follows its whorls and flecks. We go to meet the woman who made it and I fall in love at once - she's a mother with short light auburn hair and a steady way of inhabiting her body - both heavy and light.
april 21
Water is filling the grounds of my primary school. I swim to the top but keep going up into the air. Back into the water, it's now even higher than the maypole. Underwater, trying to say "My name is ..." in Te Reo, I (wrongly) say "E noho Elizabeth".
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The phrase "cuttlebone query" leapt out at me from a stream of email spam babble and rattled around my head for a few years. I remember the curved white cuttlebones washed up on the beaches of my childhood summers. They suit me as metaphor for dream remnants - tiny compared to the ocean they come from; gouged and marked; hard and soft; light; gleaming wet then rasping dry.
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