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the road to
the shortest day
damp
in
stump fungus
mists
of the valley
through
creek roar
in
the after
a
kind of rain grey
round
we go
swamphen
take off
a
glare up
walk
right into
with
neighbour smoke
and
bark sporadic
building
to a howl
the
cattle humbling far to fence
wallabies
fur lit
poised
to surpass
sun
far for precious
so
many stillnesses assembled
make
my back target for the sun
long
occasion
this
is our bravest blue yet
just
so much blink and gone
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