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Catriona Arcamone
Oct 31, 20211 min read
Cormorant, Blackwattle Bay.
There is a stillness and calm that pervades one in the gentle art of observation, especially when watching furtive, skittish creatures or...
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Georgina Woods
Oct 14, 20211 min read
Coronach with pied butcherbird
who? we? He throws melodious appeals. The light slants and I bend towards it seeking counsel. heat heat more weep-...
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Paula Keogh
Oct 12, 20211 min read
Mother Earth Self
I watch my mother die. Dementia, they said. Over the years, parts of her disappear. Her mind stalls and words lose their rhythm. She...
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