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Kunama 1971


Awakening


Across the fields of newly-ploughed earth
Sprinkled with new-grown green,
The creek is still languid and still.
On its banks the flowers are still scattered,
Like brilliantly coloured beads, fallen off the string.

Anne Mackintosh 31


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