i am lucky
my home is not
a memory
under rubble
what if home is not there anymore?
love letters from abroad ~ BNWXXVI
from the wild world beyond, remembering all that is precious about you and that glorious home by the Kwoorabup we share… dare you to write back … 'love has no other hands to work with than yours'. :)
love letters from abroad ~ BNWXXVI 
My home was built on the backs of Giants
cutting hacking chainsaw Giants into
manageable chunks
to chip and burn and forget
And when I walk along the river I see
twisted pink and purple parts
dead now probably
petrified
home needs a new culture
ex oh
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bless
beautiful edges
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loving the Giants on whose backs we stand lends hope for future feet, and the broadening of today’s shoulders, for tomorrow’s lives and loves, with appreciation, gratitude and reverence growing our culture up…
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