on the edge of red dirt

By Arden Lee

When sat in the Southern Hemisphere, the moon still watches you. The outback is so flat, you finally understand the term moon shadow, where the otherworldly shadows of rocks stretch towards your feet. Sleeping in tents, weather-stained lips call for the thermos. Find the world’s oldest graffiti, found at a meeting spot of an Aboriginal tribe, and ask permission to climb the rock. Drawings of the one who created everything on the walls to keep you safe. Painted inside is a seventeenth century Dutch ship, shipwrecked over 400 miles away. There are 372 miles of land separating this rock from the Indian Ocean.


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