There can be a stillness on a winter Sunday morning along the waterfront of the Myall River in Teagardens if there is no wind after the the sun has risen. The river ebbs in and out under the Singing Bridge past old oyster leases. Up river, prawners still hope for a big catch but those days are probably past. Perhaps the black fish have been biting since fillets were on the dinner menu at the pub the previous evening. One assumes they were local anyway.
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