BOATS to the reef leave from the Reef Fleet Terminal, where Japanese chicks work behind the counter selling tickets, and dispensing out offshore weather reports. Ships with names like Reef Rocket and Compass head out to places like Green Island. The landscape flattened, grew drier... and presently a river appeared, half clogged up with sand. Peering down through my porthole as much as my jetfright allowed, I felt a strange clarity... not that I could actually count the grains of sand on that bed, but I could imagine what it would be like to walk upon it, five sensually. Quintessentially, as the French would say. I felt that creek's spirit in my mind. Perhaps this was the Rainbow Spirit, or Yirmbal as he is called, up in the Top End...
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