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Water, water everywhere...

For those interested, the St George flood.

The aerial view of St George is quite telling. The photo was taken on Saturday the 6th, which would have been at or near the peak of the river. The original estimated peak was about 14 meters, which would have included my brothers house in the flood zone. Thankfully the peak was about 50cm less than that. Now, I know approximately where my brothers house in that photo. To get from the edge of the water to my brothers house, you need to cross most of the town of St George.

50cm makes a BIG difference in places.

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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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