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On The Banks of The Murray River
7th May 1998, 8:10 am: Outskirts of Berri, SA, on the banks of the Murray River. Here I sit by the Murray River, under the trees on the outskirts of town. Having ‘presented’ myself to a tree momentarily, I now see how my river lays dormant and polluted, and a sadness washes over me. This... Continue Reading →