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O Shillingford

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Reconciliation

I watch the gum leaves dance, bouncing back and forth on their stringy branches, with no rhythm or direction as the midday wind increases thorough the mouth of the rocky gorge that stands ominously high above the steady creek bed.The wind, carried from the snowy mountain ranges above, bites at my cheeks with an ice-cold intensity. I feel it straight through my jeans onto my legs, but my torso and chest are kept warm from the heavy layers and jacket I have on. I draw the hood of my jacket up over my knit beanie, tucking the long strands of my...

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Monique’s Mare

The emotion rises in Lotties chest. She feels it settle as a clenching sensation in her throat. Re-adjusting the zipper on her woollen sweater as she tries to swallow painfully past it. Round, cornflower blue eyes surrounded by thick, pale lashes dart back and forth. Not focused on the rocky path head of her, overgrown with pepper bush, is barley visible in the dim morning light. Although, the first break of dawn illuminates the silver trunks of the proud gum trees towering overhead.Shutting her eyes tightly, as to squeeze out the turbulent ...

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Reconciliation

Weekly Contest #309

I watch the gum leaves dance, bouncing back and forth on their stringy branches, with no rhythm or direction as the midday wind increases thorough the mouth of the rocky gorge that stands ominously high above the steady creek bed. The wind, carried from the snowy mountain ranges above, bites at my cheeks with an ice-cold intensity. I feel it straight through my jeans onto my legs, but my torso and chest are kept warm from the heavy layers and jacket I have on. I draw the hood of my jacket up over my knit beanie, tucking the long strands of m...

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Legacy

Weekly Contest #308

The sun was setting on the longest day of the year, the heart of summer. The warm glow from the evening sun melting down in the sky to meet the hills to the west, illuminated the range to the east in a spectacular hue of orange and pink. The wildlife in the valley rejoiced for the reprieve from the summer heat. Birds that had been staying still and cool in the shady trees from the sweltering day were now buzzing with energy as they darted around with excitement of the bug life slowly hovering over fresh cut lawns. They’re songs to each other...

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