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Posted: June 25, 2015, 11:58 AM
If upon any given morning, you climb high enough,
to a point within the boundaries of Portsea Island, you will notice a desolate city, albeit barren apart from the flocks of Seagulls quarrelling over the previous nights offerings of scattered litter. Occasionally a taxi cab will disrupt the feeding fest, as it flies at an illegal speed to an early destination. Oversized refuse sacks adorn the pavement, emptied takeaway boxes fill the gutter as stacks of newspapers await collection. The morning call is a simple glimmer of overhead lighting, flickering into action as the day emerges. Refuse collectors and recycling agents begin their daily chore, meticulously finding the smallest item, wedged between the gutter and the rear wheel of a parked car. | ||
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