I notice the humidity of the city. And the gardens. Tiny gardens squeezed in and around houses but full of smells. They are lush.

It’s not unpleasant, it’s optimistic.

I think of the botanic gardens as well. There are little oases dotted around the city. The gardens are a big one but there are so so many little ones too! Plus I always come for the galleries. The MCA and White Rabbit. They’re Sydney for me as well.

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Frangipani, the smell of humidity – hot water, closeness. A heavy green gross. Clean smells.

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Leanne Fitzgibbon