By The Fire & A Selection of Epitaphs
Back in 2013 I had the opportunity of a lifetime and worked on a biodymamic farm near Apollo Bay in Victoria, Australia with a couple of people I called, The Wizards.
Towards the end of my stay I was bestowed with a great honor, to be the complete caretaker of the farm for a full ten days whilst The Wizards went on a short break up north.
I would stay in the main house. a property they built themselves, which overlooked a valley packed with trees and bush beyond the hillsides on the horizon.
The amazing thing is that before they arrived, almost forty years before this time, there was only grazing land to be seen. Now it was a cloud producing forest with a farm perched atop the hill.
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This was now mine to take care of. No pressure! After a hard day’s work, I had my shower and lit the big fire in the sitting room. I took my position near the roaring flames and breathed a deep, proud breath before starting to scribble some noble verse:
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