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Walking on the Stars
WALKING ON THE STARS
Waves break white
Far out behind the tide line.
The summer wind, moves the light night clouds
As the stars slide down to touch the trawler lights.
And the sky
A dark blue tent all around
Is pegged to the sea.
Whisper wind
Moves through dry sand grass
Soft on bare skin
Like fine cotton sheets.
All around the sky, the sea
And the sand a mirror lake, reflects the stars
Shining phosphorous in the dark.
Our footprints deep on the sky
We are walking on the stars.
Jenny Magrath
Fraser Island 1988
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