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Abstract
What he told her. Usually, that his heart was no good. Sometimes, how he missed the sea. She takes the yellow-painted motor launch across the river and on the other side has salted cod, sweet lemonade. The air here is brackish. The waitress's mouth is painted brick-red. At the far end of the wharf men are bringing in jelly fish. The black nets filled with blubbery white.
Recommended Citation
Boehmer, Elleke, Fado in Lissabon, Kunapipi, 16(1), 1994.
Available at:https://ro.uow.edu.au/kunapipi/vol16/iss1/99
