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Edition 37 2020
Going home to Murrabinna As I place my palm against the cool of the lime stone brick I’m transported back to the days When Murrabinna buzzed And families gathered, Songs were sung And children giggled ....because this is the house that Jack built Today she stands all broken down Ceilings torn Floor boards broken Doors amiss Fireplace blackened Fences crumbled ....this was the house that Jack built In the lands surround The wangami scramble Pinyali roam Muldhari stalk And kookaki call ....this is the land Jack owned Today she stands still and silent Empty and lonely Broken and torn Fragile and frail Derelict and weak ....this is the place Jack left Amid the silence The animals scamper The trees sway The birds sing The ancestors breathe A sweet sigh of relief “You’re home”, they say .....this is the place I belong Words and Photography Dylan Muldari Ko:rni Peisley
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