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I love the majestic ugliness of the Eucalypt; Aesthetically more appealing in its twisted, gnarled appearance Than any uniform northern conifer; Infinitely more adapted to the unforgiving antipodean climate Than those idealised European deciduous living monuments Still transfixing our collective view of how a tree should be. Those dropping leaves allowing scenes beyond; Those tendrils of bark denoting Darwinian fitness; All tug at the heart of we new Australians, Conflicted, as we are, by sensibilities born elsewhere, But borne, nevertheless, into an Ancient Eden.
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
Eucalyptus
I love the majestic ugliness of the Eucalypt; Aesthetically more appealing in its twisted, gnarled appearance Than any uniform northern conifer; Infinitely more adapted to the unforgiving antipodean climate Than those idealised European deciduous living monuments Still transfixing our collective view of how a tree should be. Those dropping leaves allowing scenes beyond; Those tendrils of bark denoting Darwinian fitness; All tug at the heart of we new Australians, Conflicted, as we are, by sensibilities born elsewhere, But borne, nevertheless, into an Ancient Eden.
10/1/2010 The Missing Link - Gaia's Boy Toy
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Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
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