We are walking in the forest. It is cold and softly raining, but we are well dressed for the weather and the dense canopy above reduces that gentle rain to a fine mist. I am feeling happy and carefree, I want to skip and jump. You seem contemplative, quiet. After a few minutes we settle […]
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Melaleucas prostrate themselves about the thrones of felled ironbark. Their fragile canopy — a meagre protection from a sun scorched sky.