Thursday, January 5, 2012

RIP Lozza

My late brother loved this spot across the road from my aunty's with an evangelical fervour. Maybe he knew we would scatter his ashes at His Spot. I think of him every time I'm out there. I tell him I'm catching a few for him as I take off over the rocky ledges. When a turtle pops up beside me unexpectantly and surprises the hell out of me, I wonder if he's come back scaring me, like when we were kids. Happy birthday for tomorrow, bro.

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