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By deevaa Date: 2002 Jan 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.09.15.56.24572]] |
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I do most of my thinking as I drive into work each morning. Sometimes I even do it out loud. I come down Ngarunga gorge and there is a sweeping corner with a tiny sign that proclaims proudly 'Wellington'. And there, In one breathtaking scene, the city is laid out before me, motorway curving snugly with the sparkling harbour. It is beautiful here, the sky is clear blue, even in the city, where tiny wooden cottages wrestle for space with huge structures made of concrete and chrome. Even in the city where pohutukawa trees scream scarlet as they burst into bloom. I want him to come in the summer time. |