I write. I live among blossoming wattles and ancient granite monoliths. Here the trees straggle and claw among the dry mulches and sand, shaping the context from which i scrabble at answers to life's questions in the detritus of my personal history. I seek solace from solitude, contentment from kindness, happiness from the wealth of experiences, errors, emotions and pragmatism that hold my soul in a suspension of life. I write poetry, I sing a story of self in words tapped out on an old laptop and I aspire to the equilibrium of a life well lived. Dont we all. You dont need to know who I am, but I need to know who I am. Ah yes, you the reader might understand that some of my perspectives hit a chord that harmonises with your own experience of life. I hope so.
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