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Flood, more thoughts.

This map shows the town of St George.

The pin is 28 Alfred St. That's the home I grew up in, and my brother's home now (after he bought it from Mum and Dad). To give you an indication of the problem, that house is at the higher end of town. You don't really get the impression when you're there but there is a gentle slope from the north east end of town down to the south west end. The river bank at the north east end is fairly high (I would guest about 10 meters or so. We used to love riding down it on our pushbikes into the river when we were kids), while the one at the south west end is more of a beach.

Draw a line from my brother's house to the north east parallel to the river and another one directly south until you reach the Carnarvon Highway. If the water reaches my brother's place, everything on the river side of those two lines will already be under water.

People are already requesting anyone who can evacuate to do so. At the moment, the flood looks like a record.

It's kind of disturbing to be reading these news reports and thinking to myself "I know these places" and "I know these people".

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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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