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Sep 2019
the sky is often a white-out
-tinged with grey
and your temples flash
like lightening
while your feet ache
from too much living
and your mind goes walkabout
- Aboriginal dreamtime
all your ancestors came this way
and you will follow them for eternity.
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nivek
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