The ways of things
In strict confidence for my paid subscribers, and with love for my friend. I haven't got this story quite right and I know it. I'm still learning. I hope you'll extend grace to my shortcomings.
Here’s something I’ve noticed: when people don’t know the ways of a place or its people, it can bother them.
In 2018, I sat and I waited my turn like you do when you’re afraid: wanting the thing to be over, while also wishing it will never come. We were outside the wharenui, on bench seats, under the gradient of a setting sun. I put my hands either side …
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