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The Eclectic Garden

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A meander through life's big questions

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The Eclectic Garden

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The Eclectic Garden | A meander through life’s big questions The Eclectic Garden Skip to content Home About ← Older posts November 2, 2008 · 1:58 am I’m funny, like me So, like a living cliche of unrequited love, I decide to run away to a distant outback town of miners, dust and gold. I say it is for work so that you won’t know it is because of you. Probably you guess anyway. You tell me I will love it there.   You sound excited but I can only notice that it is the first time you mention me and love in the same sentence. A few nights before I leave – this is summer, the nights are close and there’s the ring of crickets in the air –I drive my car far into the flat, moonlit wheat fields. I watch road trains sweep past me and am desperate for something I cannot name. My heart is swimming for you; I want to run or scream or cry.   Instead, I turn around and drive home.   David Crosby is on the radio and he pours harmonies into my blood.   I am full of the things I c...

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