The story was first published in November 2018

You could stand here for a thousand years and the wind would never stop. Scrubby trees and broken macrocarpa, boxthorn lining the road. The land heaves like an ocean swell. There are dry stone walls that look older than anything. Who would farm here? Who would live here?

The answer is in the grass. Long, wind-filled, green and lush: on the volcanic plain of Ihumātao , smeared between airport and sea, the soil is superb. Once, Ihumātao was a food bowl for Tāmaki Makaurau.

There's kaimoana too. Beyond the maunga, which is

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