In the hot summer afternoon a silence as quiet as the moon penetrated and possessed the streets like a dream. The hush which had ruled for millennia presented as a vague enigma; What did it convey what did it say? It was beyond...
Read MoreHow often has the promise been lost, the fair prospect for the future dashed? What happened to the wistful tune rising in the morning, subtle and shimmering, waiting for a flute like a lover, a twinned melody to begin a...
Read MoreThe grizzled old skeptics of Australia are well in decline. Their progeny is better educated, more urbane, broader, but the underlying skepticism still has agency. Their wives are more sympathetic, which opens their minds, they...
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Supine cats under deep shade open an eye at tables laid for afternoon tea: no blackbird song or...
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