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27.vi.24
Dorrigo
clear winter
green and rolling
a storm thread split
the ancient folding of the land
dry on the top
the dieback dry
the glint tops shone
wires to sing it
angle white gums
a bare branch dance
leafless
boulder strew too
and the clouds and the cattle
and the fences come
the hay rolls into bales
sky close
in a whisper of stone
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