In the murky hole, the bright
blue-mauve sheen sits like a breeze upon the belly of an inland lake, it sits gently on the surface caught more by the lack of forces than by any real grasp. With the slightest sound or softness of outward thoughts it threatens to vaporize into memory leaving only goose bumps upon the naked vision. So fragile! So fragile! So fragile!
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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.