A Tasmanian beach in February 2018. Unprompted, a woman I barely know recites Seamus Heaney’s Postscript to me as we stand on the sand; bodies, hair wet after a swim.

It is a grey day, not cold but not warm either, the wind pushing the water towards the sand.

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