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'Copper-coloured: the land, your hair. Your ends, bleach-brittle, break off to fall about your shoulders like dandruff, like dust. We sit, in the Kulata Academy Café, drinking iced soy coffees, tall, with a little extra cream. A girl, with wrists of plaited thread, brings us our toast, wattleseed, along with tiny jars of quandong jam. D’you have margarine too, Mate? I ask, making sure I smile, but you just look at me with eyes, once familiar. Your arms, still soft, are folded—they’re freckle-flecked.'
 

'Loss' will feature in the brill calendar-based anthology, Grapple Annual 2.