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The spinifex grasses bristle like wire on this skeleton land. The breath of the desert and the bones of the Dreaming have hardened to rock. The eons have washed away its identity like a waterless ocean. But what remains is eternal. The grasses root in the red dust inert chemistry of the desert. This granite prairie stretches vastness taut and swallows the sky. Let he who imagines that beauty is transient gaze upon this land. It will outlive him. |