Leaves threaded on, thrown out into the water. Warmth from sun. even at 6pm. Summer has flooded on.
We can play with water for the longest time. I often build fences – lines of small twigs along the water, Andy Goldsworthy style. I hum. The twigs grow along the shore, sunk in mud. Janu digs with sticks. We notice all sorts of footprints: stork, kangaroo, maybe wombat. In the night it poured. In the morning we saw a little strong fence, still stuck in the mud but now in the middle of a slurry river.
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