Miss Tasmania 1985
You are golden-haired and 19 and unremarkable in many ways; the only son is how the newspapers will describe you. You have a sister. Whatever propels you, some overwhelm of elsewhere, the lure of fortune in the other hemisphere, you’re aboard the S.S. Orion, hunter, walker on water. You’re not the worst sort of boy. It will be a long time, you should write to your mother.
Write to her