2017
Endless skin of Tasmania
Have you ever been in the endless space, walking one of the dusty roads, all around flat mountains overgrown with yellow, dry grass. When the hundredth lake opens it's shiny lizard skin just for your eyes. Where the land opens its exterior, to the foggy line of the horizon, throughout salty, pale lakes, throughout red rocks and gummy seaweed. Have you ever felt that the land, the island, the ground, is infinite, full of miracles, shimmering seductively in the white air? I did.
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