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Watimena's Stories.

The Painting

Science Fiction and Fable
Watimena
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Mark walked up a broad and shallow gully following a thin stream which meandered among the scattered rocks and light scrub. It was spring and the Flinders was vibrant with wild flowers, all colours of the rainbow. Despite the colour, everything still had a faded greyness about it. This country is ancient, Mark thought, the mountains are worn down to foothills like an old man’s ...