![]() ![]() ![]() We’d all just enjoyed a good family catch-up in a shared Bribie Island holiday unit, one of those nice peaceful Christmases where nobody argues about who was supposed to make the coleslaw, and my mum was distracted for a moment by my daughter – she must have been about seven then – doing one of her impromptu interpretive dances through an avenue of coastal paperbark trees. The boot hatchback door was up and I was helping my mum load a bunch of Christmas gifts and cooking equipment into her car. Trent Dalton: Why I Wrote ‘Boy Swallows Universe’Ībout three summers ago on a blazing hot Boxing Day in South-east Queensland I was standing at the back of a small blue Holden Barina with my mum. ![]()
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