In the land of giants

My partner and I bought our house on the coast south of Adelaide shortly after we met, eighteen years ago.
We moved here because he’s a surfer, and because the houses down south were, then, affordable.
It was a new life for us: together.
And yet.
When my sister and I were children, we glimpsed these hills from the back seat of our car on regular family day-trips.
We called the hills giants’ toes, because — to us — that’s what they looked like.
I knew this place before I moved here, you know?
I knew my home before I found it.

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