Tag: Australia
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Where the Sky Begins
I was born to dirt roadsand paddocks stitched with fence wire—a sky too big for pockets,and stars that never felt far. Kookaburras laughed me awake,and magpies taught mewhich trees were theirs.The gum trees never asked for praise,but earned it,standing through wind and fire. There’s grace in the dry of it—in creeks that vanish,then come back…
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Wild Rumpus
wild things dancing— a spring wind bedsheet rumpus spins our Hills Hoist Ryan Stone
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Down Under
Summer butterfliesBy the young maple, care notA year is ending Ryan Stone
