When the tail end of Cyclone Gabrielle spun away from us in Pauatahanui things became eerily still. I had an intense urge to climb up somewhere, perhaps to try and make sense of the climate tragedy that just happened further north. At the top of Kahu Road the rain and wind departed and the sky started to clear. The only sound was the intense ringing of cicadas, as if shouting out the shock that vibrated through our collective psyche.
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Edge of Things 