Town, Lagoon

The earth off the path is straightaway soft.  Behind, the town. Entirely familiar, bitumen, brick and built for purpose.    Ahead, the lagoon.  Unknown, an ancient waterhole with towering paperbarks as silent, alert sentinels.  It flows bone and ligament with the sea.  A watercourse protected, like a dead king’s tomb, guarded by sea one way and … More Town, Lagoon

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