Four years and still burning
A little orange fire in the ground reaching out to the larger world as reflected in the orange cloud in western sky. The dawn greeted me thus this morning at first light. Fire. Water. Air. Earth. They were all sharply present. I was up early tossing sprigs of eucalypt, banksia, she-oak, tea-tree, blackwood, coastal wattle […]
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