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In the plane on the way to Sydney for his funeral, I couldn’t stop thinking about the photograph of him taken in Brisbane’s Botanic Gardens. It’s the late 1960s and there he is, just a boy, with his chestnut hair parted to the right. He’s wearing a collared shirt buttoned to the top and a grey pullover. He’s standing in front of the lagoon at the Alice Street end of the gardens, and behind him is the fountain and a black swan.
about 7 years ago