Sand tale by ProQuest


Not sand that was black and let water run through like there was no end to the earth. Sand that sets when you come out of the murky river, a Swan River Whaler sighting, and all your tension about swimming lessons sets as a new skin that dries and cracks and even peels away. [...] where I went to school in Geraldton - coastal town where sand plains are farmed against the lack of rain, where you travel inland to search out the stony country of the next people, the Yamaji elder telling his mate that he's crossing over just about now, on the road to Mount Magnet.

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