Filtered Indelibly Through Every Wall Through Every Room

As we sat overlooking the dry creek bed, I saw, high up in trees, debris deposited by past floods. Then it began to rain.

He Had Learned to Read the Moods of the Wild Ones

We Came Up Over a Hill and There it Was

Vegemite and Train Stations

A French Time

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