A
warm, wild wind blew around them not stirring the large gum trees buried in the
banks. It circled them, dancing at their feet, wrapping around them, pushing
them forward, pushing them to the edge of the strong boulders that firmly sat
beneath their tired feet. For a moment she wanted to retreat to the safety of
the kingdom below but she took a deep breath, smelling the familiar scents of
the bush, the smell of home. She felt the warmth of the hot harsh summer sun on
her olive skin and as the wind blew and sun beat down on them, the Queen
straightened her battered crown and her little Prince clung to his strong Mumma
as they jumped. They propelled off the ledge into the wide-open expanse,
feeling the spray from the powerful water rushing over the rocks beside them.
They moved through the thick air with grace, like they had butterfly wings;
inspiration and fear carrying them off the edge of the large rock face into the
life-giving water of the big magic.
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