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Cruel to Be Kind: The wind moved in the trees.

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  Well, then, who was so cruel? Why such dynamism? Why such interest?  The wind moved through the trees. The swarm had begun. "It's happening all over the world," he heard. "They're coming out."  From all the recesses. From all the hidden places. These are not normal times; the phrase just kept repeating. Gripped, gripped by forces beyond his ken. They were rounding the corner, they were launching off cliffs, they were turning slowly and laughing in the sunlight, like whales in the sky.  Ethereal, beautiful, eternal, or at least they seemed eternal to us, such were the timespans in which they operated. And us mere mortals? Stranded here on the surface? "We are between ice ages," he was fond of saying. "How many humans will survive the next one?" While on the streets, former Australian of the Year, Grace Tame, led the chant: From Gadigal to Gaza, Globalise the Intafada.    GROK The statement is accurate based on multiple reliable reports ...

Time Flees Before Us All

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  The spirit flew up through that lush valley. We can't afford a regicide. Australia Undone. The mark of the beast. The shadows that marked this time. I cried last night. He undermines himself. The awe of it. There was no way down through those spiralling updrafts. Good luck to him, the intelligence officer said dismissively, and they all moved on. The conniptions. The last several times. It was cold here, as always. He had picked up Ross from the mountainside and they had gone down to Belle's Valentine's Day event. A natural born entertainer. It was so quiet up on that hill, adjacent to the remnants of that ancient forest.  Australia was the same all over, quiet next to some adjacent, ancient thing, landscapes and crystal skies and the scrabbling of this period of history. You get a bit tired of it all, the nonsensical phrasing, the lurching from one growth spurt to another, the frenemies, the symbiotic relationship which was never discussed with the host, the experimental...