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The privets and bamboo are jetting through what once used to be rainforest. Steam is engulfing the mountains. The meat-miners harvest the moisture. Petrol-loving brigades spray the land and air.
Black cockatoos call the rain and frogs sing the night. The rainforest is lit up by glowworms.
Pity, the land is used up so fast. But what is new?
Where are the custodians now?
Heatwave better than cold knees eh?
Whatever happens happens naturally - Aquinus