Molgaa the beautiful
Molgaa the beautiful 3:50pm June 27th 2008
Right now a thunderstorm is pulsing above the work desk where I have sat these many months. Through thick glass I can hear it roaring like a lion. Sure, I have nothing to compare it with but my memory of when I worked at the Zoo. Nidja maar-moorn yiraar yaaragat goondaar-mai waarngkiny, echoing these dark clouds echoing as if in a cave. This beautiful earth. Tis moments like these that humm and everything stills to listen.
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