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Writer's pictureAmanda Riddell

The mouth of the fish

the mist rolled over the moors of the long white cloud, near the mouth of the fish, giving one a moment's pause. colonial symbols built on land reclaimed from the harbour during the industrial age. 50 years before they decided to add sewers. Then came the motorway, built in the place of an urupa In the 1970's.


now, the town is in the doldrums waiting for another Māui to pull another fish from the sea.


looks like they'll be waiting a while yet... Amanda Riddell, September 2024



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