Paradise
Until yesterday, I hadn’t read this story for almost 3 years, and it prompted a lot of memories about a key time in my life. I’m not quite sure if I am the narrator or not, he/she certainly sounds a lot more authoritative about the expedition than I recall feeling at the time. Although the text was only read once in public at at youth service at St Paul’s Remuera, it strikes me that it could have made a great short voice play for radio… ah, another project for a rainy day.
The story is best read accompanied with a large pinch of salt or some of your favourite music. I suggest the following, the opening track on Trinity Root’s album “True”, which I was discovering for the first time during those short, cold days surrounded by the Southern Alps.
Trinity Roots – True
From True: Independent TR_02 [Buy]
Enjoy, and comments are very welcome.
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That sure brings back memories. I hope you don’t mind that I copied and pasted the text into my blog, to enable more people to read it – it is a FINE work of writing and would have made a wonderful radio play.
Hi Rushan, please copy, paste, use and distribute all you want
I’m not sure myself if it’s a *Fine* piece of writing, but I’m modestly pleased that it still works several years later…
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