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Creeksong

30 April 1992 I’ve been here for five months and I haven’t learned much. Just a few things. Like: if the fire has been the process of my transformation, the creek has been the substance of it. Does that make … Continue reading

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The Comfort of Storms

Living alone in the bush is an ‘elastic’ sort of experience. You can run but you cannot hide — from yourself, that is. My upstairs bed, well protected from the ferocious mosquitoes by a sturdy Maningrida net, was a place … Continue reading

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