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I pulled off the road into a very small town. A shingled church, horses in paddocks, a winter apple tree with a few golden ones still attached. Then I saw this stump, seemingly larger than the town itself.
I like to consider signage. In one public building, both the men's and women's rooms had a baby-changing area. In another, signs indicated that boys over the age of seven could not enter the women's changing rooms, and girls over seven could not enter the men's.
Photo: Sign for the women's toilets, airport, New Zealand
A few months ago, a friend and I parted at this cross-border bus station, and then saw each other again at an airport on an island. We both like things bright, like pink buses and songs to sing to, and we both feel revealingly.