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Weekly Contest #301
The year was 1977. I had just arrived in Sydney from Tasmania, where I had finally left my husband. I was alone, and nobody knew where I was. I managed to rent a unit that was unfurnished in Manly. Manly reminded me of England in a way, seagulls and the shoreline, and the ferry boats busily picking up and dropping off passengers. I had lived on the Isle of Wight in the UK so I suppose there was a comparison. I had spent several days in a motel near the Sydney airport, and had viewed myself in the mirror, and was horrified to see swollen eyes...
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