The unlived life
Outback Queensland, Australia
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I stand in the middle of my block of land and watch the world.
Facing west, I look over a fertile plain, seasonally rich with the fruits of agricultural labour, behind which red and green craggy hills jump up to fill the horizon. Boulders, like freckles, decorate the hills with the space in between filled with tall sinewy gums, forever dancing a lover’s tango with the wind. Behind me to the east, the grassy scrub slopes down to the turquoise bay, broken only by the red gash of the access road. The road and farm land are the only signs of human inhabitancy.
