Stories from the blue.
She scans the water from the headland. In these waves just two weeks ago a surfer was attacked. It was all over the news. Sam…
I can describe my body, its white, mottled exterior, dented by accidents and surgery, strong in places, soft in others. The toenails, decorated pink, by…
There’s a story my mum likes to tell about me as a child. I would have been three, four years old; big enough to walk,…

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I’m Nicole, an ocean swimmer and a writer. Welcome to my little corner of the internet, where I share my dual loves.