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Undine; First Light

Undine   The day was the same for her. In shades of blue the eucalypts stood still, the air stood cold. The ruckus on the roof was a cockatoo dropping seed onto the old roof-tin. It was the same, and then a fog rolled in like a long lost ship, the ghost of an old […]

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