At vicious speeds a furnace tears apart our valleys, our golden earth, resilient hearts we must find worth in kookaburras sent to Father’s place.
I clawed through my denim hide, muddied beyond recognition. Then the cotton casing, wet and black. I stripped completely to expose my human skin. I spun and twirled to the ricochet of thunder booming through the valley, slinging water droplets like magic fire from my fingertips. I skipped and ...