INEXCUSABLE

I stomped back into camp. The sun had set and Dad clattered around the campfire in the dull grey of post twilight.
‘Where have you been?’ He stirred the pot of soup so hard water splashed out and hissed in the coals.

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LOST WORLD OF THE WENDS (2)

‘Anyway, it’s—you shouldn’t—and if you go in there,’ she pointed over the gate swinging ajar in the breeze, ‘you could get into serious trouble.’
‘Why not?’ Adam pushed the gate. ‘I’m game if you are.’ He ran towards the historic church.
Amie hissed. ‘Get back here!’
Adam shouted. ‘But I want to see the ghost.’ His small frame blurred in the darkness.
‘You’re trespassing.’

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WHITE BULL

The near setting sun bathed the land in hues of gold. Was this the right place? I recognised that bush, and those cliffs. After my exploration of the hidden valley in Mt. Palmer, I feared I’d become lost.

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WRITERS’ WEDNESDAY

It strikes, anywhere, anytime. A work mate is leaving, or a friend is having a birthday. Some wise-guy buys a card and circulates it. Card arrives on your lap. You have two minutes to write some warm and witty sentiments. What do you do?

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THE LOST WORLD OF THE WENDS

On this barge, headed by a man, Boris Roach, the Wends sang hymns of praise to God for their liberation from religious persecution, and the war. They looked to the promise of prosperity and freedom to worship God according to the Word. Their hope that their children and their descendants may thrive in their faith in the Promised Land of South Australia.

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LUSH

A gentle breeze carried the scent of sweet spring water as well as the sound of rustling leaves. With the hope that our search was over, Dad and I picked up speed passing the plodding young men.

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A RAMBLE IN “PLEIN AIR”*

My husband adjusted his pack. ‘Ready to hike to the third falls?’
‘No,’ I said. ‘It’s too hot. It’s 35 degrees Celsius. We should just walk on level ground and in shade to the first falls.’
‘It’s not too hot,’ P1 said. ‘Let’s go.’
‘Well, I’m staying here to paint.’

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