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CLIMBING THE HILL The wet grass brushed my shins this morning as I climbed the hill. Dead trunks lay around, stiff, still, arms grasping the air, charred wood crunching underfoot. Bright green, new leaf covered trees that stood, swarming up trunks, filling the clefts, washing and soothing each burnt limb and grey kangaroos broke out, ...