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  • Late, late on New Years Eve I called it- the old blue banana chair is mine

    So there I found myself, lying on my back supported by cheap plastic;
    slightly hungover and very dusty; eyes to the sky, sun warming my middle
    aged bones.

    Blue. Perfect blue above. Three broad lines of streaky clouds steady across
    the expanse of blue and tiny cotton puffs of creamy fairy floss merging in
    and out of each other in the lower strasopheres.

    Blue. Blue horizon of water and eucalypt covered mountain range behind.

    Blue banana chair below holding me like a mothers cupped hands as I drifted
    through it all.

    This is what it means to just be- here in this moment- still, in awe,
    surrounded by blue.
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