Kellie Watson

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Home Open The man made his way up the brown cobblestone driveway to the house, which sat boldly on the site, concrete Grecian pillars stretched upwards and blocked out the light. The front garden seemed to have never enjoyed the sunlight. Two giant maple trees stood naked in the shade of the house. The ground

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the wet

Acrylic by Janeen Cameron The Wet burnt gold fields and spit dry wood the sky’s parched breath howls clinging to post the wire barbed roasts blistered grass and twigs roll by   paddocks breed flies rocks and dust blue clouds rush the horizon singing in baritone waves wet ribbons evaporate   then thick dollops of water

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