• Vol. 10
  • Chapter 12
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No Plugs on Cradle Mountain

“Lose the hair dryer,”
Buff repeated.
“The brush—brushes—
we’ll be in the brush
and scrub—
This is No Man’s Land
—lose the loofa
If it’s got a plug
it’s got no place in your pack.
That book…
How heavy is that thing
A human heart
weighs a quarter K
Take only what you need.
You came here to get away
Didn’t you?
Thirty kilos isn’t much—
A large turkey
You bring it, you carry it.”