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28/02/2019

A gumnut branch still full of life rests on a broken tree A plastic bottle shines. Bones of ancients rest like the shoulders of our giants. A red roo the size of you stares me down the path. He watches for a moment, jumps away,  Thankful he let me pass. Shadows of skeletons rest on the sundried stump showing the suns strength. The blackened patterns on for the show, Stretch and shrink in length.  A pink seatless bicycle with shiny white tyres. No grips on the handlebars except two zip-ties. … Read more 28/02/2019