The orange sky melts with the red earth. No horizon, only a dashed line of stunted trees. The sun rises white. The vast-red sparks alight, a field of fire. A kangaroo leaps, jumps, up and down. Plumes of dust rise at its feet. Its fat, furred thighs inflate and its tail whips, halves the dusty clouds. A fly vibrates its cellophane wings, dodges…
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