From Elizabeth Riddell’s Suburban Song:
Now all the dogs with folded paws
Stare at the lowering sky.
This is the hour when women hear
Their lives go ticking by…
Gets me every time.
From Elizabeth Riddell’s Suburban Song:
Now all the dogs with folded paws
Stare at the lowering sky.
This is the hour when women hear
Their lives go ticking by…
Gets me every time.
I acknowledge the Guringai peoples of the unceded land I live, our original storytellers & knowledge holders.
Recognising our elders past, present & emerging.
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