Rayna+Andersson

// Just Part of the town Story: // Each time I walk past the scary owner, Michael, stares me down and his smell fills my nose, a mixture of bleach, cigarettes and home-brewed beer. Just ahead is the butcher, and I feel disgusted looking at the carcusses the owner so proudly hangs up. Opposite him is the bakery, a homey building that brings a smile to my face and a grumble from my tummy each time I pass. Next door is Finn's take-away, which smells like month old jish and watery chips. The restaurant Opposite is of much better quality, they have fancy purple curtains that feel like silk under my fingers. = **QUOTE OF THE DAY:** =
 * Monday: Michael Pryor **
 * Tuesday: Day at Mulberry Hill, Seawinds Park and Beach **

"I HAVE //NEVER// LOVED THAT BUS MORE"
= **NEXT QUOTE OF THE DAY:** =

"CAN YOU PLEASE PROHIBIT SNAKE GODS AND SACRIFICIAL SNAKE PILLARS?"
**Its's a clear and thoughtful day,** **But the sky and the water and stranger that before,** **Different,** **The rustle in the trees not quite right,** **For on this day they arrived.**

**They disrupted the water,** **That had been undisturbed for eternity,** **They arrived on white, and were white,** **Like the tiny clouds on the horizon,** **For on this day they arrived.**

**We felt afraid, and anxious,** **And smelt strangeness in the wind,** **Tasted it in the salty breeze,** **Saw it,** **For on this day all changed.**

** Wednesday: Simmone Howell **

** ﻿I will go: **
** I will go to 2001, ** ** I will get there on a silver, shimmering snowstorm, ** ** I will visit our home in Sweden, ** ** I will feel the grass-stained snow with my bare hands, ** ** I will smell the sauna that fit the four of us, ** ** I will go to 2001, ** ** I will taste the dirt, the sand, the snow and the ice, ** ** I will hear my sisters delighted laughter as she when she sees snow and ice for the first time, ** ** I will see her as she searchs around the garden for chocolate wrapped in foil, ** ** I will meet my family again, ** ** I will go to 2001. **

__**Statues**__ He stood there gawking, With a suitcase in his hand, Wouldn't move again.
 * Thursday: Day at Melbourne **

She sat very still, With claws outstretched, ready to pounce, At a non-existent prey, Only then did I realise, That she was only a statue.

**__People-Interactions__** The two men sat, In fine leather shoes, And classy suites, Their briefcases lay abandoned, Against the graffitied wall.

They slowly ate, Their french waffles, Whilst sitting on old milk carts, Their quick exchange, Was enough to show, That they did not know eachother.