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Swimmers under sandstone overhangs Pink tree of flowers a sculpture Blazing in a summer extending Into the next season. Concrete another blue to the horizon Icons accumulated across the harbour Mansion upon edifice, street after avenue Walkers approach in droves raising dollars. Children splash throwing soft missiles No particular target. At the head of the bay low tide Reveals ***** scurrying this way and that. Climbing hills of leadlights, bricks and money Worlds away yet just beside Walls in which many inhabit Accounts of monumental difference. Waters lap & lick at rocks Ragged shells of oysters cracked Joggers pound the bitumen Lines of rare ants travelling.
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Mosman Bay
Swimmers under sandstone overhangs Pink tree of flowers a sculpture Blazing in a summer extending Into the next season. Concrete another blue to the horizon Icons accumulated across the harbour Mansion upon edifice, street after avenue Walkers approach in droves raising dollars. Children splash throwing soft missiles No particular target. At the head of the bay low tide Reveals ***** scurrying this way and that. Climbing hills of leadlights, bricks and money Worlds away yet just beside Walls in which many inhabit Accounts of monumental difference. Waters lap & lick at rocks Ragged shells of oysters cracked Joggers pound the bitumen Lines of rare ants travelling.
Mosman Bay is an inlet of Sydney Harbour where wealthy folk Live. I was visiting!
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
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