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We all make promises we can’t keep. Some days we wrap these oaths like blankets around our knotty stomachs. And hope their matted fibres will muffle the drum. Quieten everything down. Three thousand years and more. Pieman. Franklin. Gordon. We trawl. Like fishermen casting for souls in the Great Southern Ocean. Making promises for other men to keep.

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