Competition Eleven Highly Commended: PUMPING AT PIHA
The cicadas hum. The warm air smells of recent rain. We drive west, climbing the Waitaks, blinking through summer shadows as the narrow road carves through deep bush. We listen to Icehouse thinking it’s cool. Thinking we’re cool in the blue VW beetle with boards on the roof. From the viewpoint high above Piha, we …
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