don’t trust bird stories they have short lives are pleased to please themselves tell of quick movement quick and alive and don’t trust the pain of trees they bear up the sky look the sky is blue … the big kauri on the ridge supports half the sky calls endlessly for help distresses the children for brothers and sisters’ assistance to the wind distresses its over a thousand children … my ankle gave way on the tramline coming down the cutting no tram no trestle the dams remains no kauri numbers to support the efforts taken to remove them the exorbitant efforts … 4 . 1 . 2022
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