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Mandurah. From the Western foreshore. Summer Sunday morning. As close to paradise as an old reprobate like me will ever get.
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CITY TREES
The trees along this city street,
Save for the traffic and the trains,
Would make a sound as thin and sweet
As trees in country lanes.
And people standing in their shade
Out of a shower, undoubtedly
Would hear such music as is made
Upon a country tree.
Oh, little leaves that are so dumb
Against the shrieking city air,
I watch you when the wind has come,—
I know what sound is there.
Edna St. Vincent Millay
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