humming an old tune
down this track
— wind in the she-oaks
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lit from below
snails on glass
rippling
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snowy slopes
wombat leaves a path
I can’t follow
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driving to work
the distant hills
beckon
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this valley filled
with moon, mist, stars
– who could sleep now?
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dry winter
my kids find in the garden
other kids’ toys
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