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Somebody's Genius I walked for seventeen hours with a pack and a panting dog till I found a saltbush plain then a coloured patch where feet pressed the sodden earth a line of rocks a spring in the desert with yellow butterflies buzzing finches and drinking water behind me, a hill of coloured rocks thousands of distorting footsteps blown by a lifting wind sleeping here next to black & white fur saturated bodies after feasting in a liquid gift then a dream of Spinifex and horizon |