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Dawn’s misty time
Pink pastel on grey And the clean white diamonds Dance on the salty spray. Soft breezes skip the water As the night sands dry, And the sea tosses diamonds Into the morning sky. With a soaring heart And a sparkle in my eye, I leap to catch diamonds And let my spirit fly. The salt water diamonds may shatter and spray, But I’m a rich man still At the end of the day.
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As a practicing artist I have travelled far and wide across Australia, walked on country, camped on country and rolled out my swag. I thank the custodians and I acknowledge the traditional owners of country throughout Australia and their continuing connection to land, culture and community. I pay my respect to Elders past and present.