Sun shines in through this clay and wattle day
This pull of a breeze
This calm morning in the glen
In the shade
Dead branches and logs lined the track
pine needles and rotting leaves dark and rich
under the cool canopy
working out your purpose
River can be heard tearing it's sides
meters below the track
Broken fence shows me runes
Twisted dying lemon tree
spider webs and thorns
destiny
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