But he did not value Red Ochre simply as a grazing-lease. At times it was to him six hundred square miles where grazing grew andbrolgas danced in the painted sunset and emus ran to the silver dawn[…].
2006,Tara June Winch,Swallow the Air, in Heiss & Minter,Macquarie PEN Anthology of Aboriginal Literature, Allen & Unwin 2008, p. 241:
We wade through the delicate water, the moon spilling on our colourless bodies.Brolgas ruffling their wings against water ribbons, making the muddy bath flinch in coiling waves.
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