| Do you remember resting on that mossy old log close side by side immersed in the virgin beauty of that small glade, Mara and Keisje nuzzling wet noses and chasing shadows through the bush behind us, the smell of rain damped earth, raindrops still sparkling on blades of grass in the sun streaming through eucalypt trees, and the air filled completely with the crystal tones of bellbirds all around and above us. I woke to the rain spattering on the roof ©Ross Nepia Himona 2003 |
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