My stomach churned when I was given a card at Tullamarine; it said that there was no guarantee I would be allowed back into Australia. Shit, my re-entry permit had expired. I closed my eyes and jumped on the plane, because nothing could stop me from going to Gifu. I was to receive the Award of Excellence at the twenty-second Gifu Literature Festival.
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