I sit writing this under one of my favourite trees in palm grove section of Tamborine National Park. .Nearby a creek flows, the occasional birdsong can be heard whipping through distant tree tops. Underfoot Lillypilly fruit and palm fronds brown, returning to the earth.
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There have been times in my life when trees have saved me. A grandiose statement but in many ways true…..
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