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Let’s cast a sweeping look across this Apple Isle and see in a valley, little known to the mainland, a garden gnarled like old man’s hands behind a crumbling house of red and ochre brick.
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I stand near the old pier, looking out over Lake Wendouree. There has been enough rain to make a difference - the lake is filling slowly and soon it will cover Edith Delaney’s secret forever or for at least another lifetime.
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423 days.
The old man still possessed the child-like habit of biting his lower lip when he wrote. The thick skin as dry as pork rind. He recorded the days without rain in a spare, makeshift almanac. The pages waxened from the soiled press of his hand
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200
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With the sudden thrust//
of April green, we can forget/
our drought continues.
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With the sudden thrust//
of April green, we can forget/
our drought continues.
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burnt-up leaves rustle and fall
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In a time of drought,/
the sound of rain is sweet/
and joyful music.
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... and August's drought/
will yellow lawns, singe the shrubs,/
and amplify cicada song.
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