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Cancer and bushfires have this in common – the earlier you can catch them the better the chance of a cure.
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Cancer and bushfires have this in common – the earlier you can catch them the better the chance of a cure.
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Don’t give me a home among the gum trees when it is bushfire season.
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To White Cockatoos, Black Cockatoos must seem the stuff of nightmares. To Black Cockatoos, White Cockatoos must seem the ghosts of ancestors.
The magpies in my garden love a windy day – it takes them up up and back, turns their games into three dimensional chess, makes them sing with happiness when they land on the gate, a difficult landing, in the wind, performed perfectly. But I can’t fly and I hate wind. Still, I am happy
I challenged received wisdom, but those who had received that wisdom did not accept my challenge, said that the wisdom was unchallengeable, and therefore the challenge was wrong. Never mind, soon I will be gone, and then you can say “what challenge?”
A harsh westerly wind blows outside my window. Reminding me that, wherever you are in Australia the desert is never far away. The dust from the centre brought by winds from north, south east and west, permeates our garden, house, enters our lungs, becomes part of us in the way stardust from distant explosions becomes
Summer is here, in the middle of Spring, with the first warning of bushfires, and the first moment of almost treading on a snake (a cute baby Black, but hey a snake’s a snake). In winter I stride across the land (though always avoiding ants, and beetles, and spiders). I walk differently in Summer. Slower,
If an imaginary being was going to step in and save the world before we wreck it he’s left it rather too late
Denial was a river in Egypt that dried up as a result of climate change
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