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Cold Fire


  I   The man about to set the ground on fire casts an eye to a tremor in a gum tree. Grandfather. A yellow-throated honeyeater.   His claimed relation, knowledge or mystery, shames my scientific doubt. His burning brand purifies with smoke each blade and twig we see,   offers a blessing to every ant […]

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