over Gillamatong the grey breeze takes on a dab of buttermilk between fence strands paddocks are floating trees, dead and alive, soak their feet in granite pools and the frogs let loose a split hose of burping your child crouches vomit in the grass little birds twitter patter you can see the rain cloud anglers, their lines scratch the horizon no fish here but the cramped car waits two wet cheeks
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Out of the Cave 
how incredibly lovely, Jo ❤
~David
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Thank you, David!!
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but the cramped car waits
two wet cheeks
Fantastic!
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thank you, Bob!
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Loved the two wet cheeks, just made the journey home what a cramped car is like 🙂
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love the imagery here: ‘the frogs let loose a split hose of burping’ — a whole new way of describing the familiar creek bed sound —
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Such a sonorous piece! You can hear all the life in this scene, wonderful.
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thank you!
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I loved the trees soaking in granite. So many amazing descriptions and images.
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Thank you! 😊
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