Incense in the nave, smoke on the courtyard air, a thumb painted blue. Easter Mass thick with ritual, ANZAC speeches under a shade sail, and Owenâs old lie passed from a teacherâs hand. A Hills Hoist tilts in the backyard, Tarax hisses flat by the steps, and at the river boys swing until the cold catches them. Christian writes a poem he wonât hand in, carries it folded, and lets the words speak back.
The rest of 1973 will unfold here over the coming months. If you want the whole story now, you can buy the book today.
For extra context, you will find below two brief companions to this chapter, a guide to the Australian details and a history note on the headlines of January 1973.
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