As a writer, I sometimes see an image that bangs itself over my head and says to me, This is a place in your story! I had that feeling about a certain image of a 102 year old transport ship that was left to rot off the coast of Australia and grew into a floating forest. It is images like that, images like photographs of Angkor Wat, or images of trees gr…
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