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Chloe Roweth
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The Party
“Hello…?” “Out-back.” A western-suburbs-Sydney hundred-in-the-shade summer’s day, and the party had fallen under the backyard’s only tree...
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Chloe Roweth
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I Don't Remember
“It must be here somewhere, man… “. Will scrambled under his unmade bed, behind the mouldy-backed cupboard, under the hippy rug that...
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Chloe Roweth
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I Remember
“Where did it all start?” Will must’ve been small. Nature, nurture? It’s a moot point. Glorious four-on-the-floor-rock-and-roll was Will...
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Chloe Roweth
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Love
Love? Love? What can I say that a billion writers have not said already? Well.. here goes… Falling. Mostly falling. The great joyous...
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Chloe Roweth
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The Beach
Glorious beach, and subtle shrieks with each sinking step falling into hot dry sand. Stepping up the motivation for an icy change. Surf’s...
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Chloe Roweth
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Mother
Mother was my life’s first dichotomy. I’m spoilt for choice… And boy was I spoilt. I landed on Australian dirt to an unwed teenage...
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Chloe Roweth
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Water
Water is desire. A farm kid learns to do without, or to make-do with an inch in the bottom of the bath, and as oldest kid - last in....
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Chloe Roweth
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Oils ain't ...
We rocked and rolled… repeated rhythmic crescendos of rattling trains and bouncing buses - hip flask and mojo in sweet harmony -...
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