PHOENIX RISING
May 21, 2020
2 minutes
I HEAR THE whir of my partner’s gyrocopter behind me, then the chop chop of the rotors as he comes in to land. I am focused on fixing a gate, the warm sun shining on my bent back, hands in the red dust of this outback station that has been in my care for almost 20 years.
I imagine him walking into
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