Following a Flemish band this fox at Nambucca, red brush draped on one paw, plucks up a storm yelping ‘Blue Fox’, ‘Cold Calling’, all the classics second and third tails thumping percussion. This fox knew the skewer of fizzling nights frisking a lukewarm tray of lamb korma snout-deep in wet Domino’s boxes. Take me home, […]
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