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Thylacine time.
In the landscape of language on a warm summer’s day, a stream of consciousness flows through the fields of emotion the warm sun penetrates. There is much life here ducks and wallabies sport on the edge of what is and what maybe yesterday or sometime.
Among the rushes standing tall in the still air a platypus basks. The creature exists for a million years without raising a question of identity, language, or invention with the one exception: a hungry thylacine…
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