The Room In Which I Sit
Overlooking green paddocks and a Manna Gum laneway my snug weekender sometimes smells like sausage fat but always of black coffee.
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Overlooking scrubby paddocks and an unsettled past
Observing from a tin shed overlooking scrubby paddocks and an unsettled past, I have come to see the realms of the past and the present as inherently entwined. The past informs the present, but the present is also always changing the past.
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