This week i've met with Red belly's listening to Old man banksia harbouring bright yellow eaters, honeying pigfaced fruits of bushtuckers deep dark roots, hearing rad new world verbs during storms destined interludes. Reaping sun showered days, and running through brown coffee's haze, remembering recorded grey, old graze.. ing on new years phase. considering twenty, twelve..and typing to more fully devle..into ones personal (shelve).. of minds presence, gelled.