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$2100
Place the seeds. Two birds come. A rosella and a Currawong. They sit in the same tree chattering.
Oh, to be so free.
To see what these birds see.
The tree a skeleton, stripped of all its leaves.
So hollow, so alone. Alive again.
Bringing life’s sweet and twisted sounds with them, bringing life’s passionate and cold colours with them.
You make this winter world so alive, rosella and currawong.
