Corona

Padma and I are sitting on a small bench by the pond, overlooking our bushland property in Yandoit. It is evening, and the light is magical! The setting sun’s golden rays sweep across grey greens of eucalyptus trees. We sit in silence, listening to songbirds,...

The little digger

The young boy pays no attention to the screeching seagulls overhead, while he digs for gold on the Baltic shoreline. Jack London’s stories of prospectors are what is on his mind. The boy is certain that at any moment, gold dust will appear on his shovel....
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