Each month we will be featuring a guest writer and this month it is Jacqueline Dain.
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The dreams I had in Glenelg were so realistic because my consciousness was like a dream. The vapour clouded my view and the tide rising above my head froze me in time. Time - a frivolity in the bells of Tom's mind, which chimed like the raspberry sweetness of 1949. The year he and new bride returned from war to find a country that betrayed him. In betrayal he found clarity of mind and Glenelg. He embraced the Westerly wind with wide open arms and willingly subjugated himself to the Glenelg Effect - a concoction of dream and timelessness. Leaving Glenelg is like waking up with the nausea of elusiveness. The pain of coming to comprehend that this place does not exist as I exist.
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