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Me? I think I’m year of the water horse.
Yes, this August I turn 204.

Have you ever watched the brumbies streak across the scarlet sand? 
Me neither. But we can picture. I see
Their hooves pound with their hearts, the sun beats down
On silken rumps and on jostling manes that flicker like flames. They dart wherever
They go; out of fear or love for life – do you know?

Yes, the element of water, they say, is fickle. Its reflex is to mould itself
To the shape of its container. Lacking vigour, missing structure,
Dreary, adapting, born free-falling. This says: those born under water
Possess Inner Stillness;
Can be fluid or yield great power;
May be indecisive.
Water runs from itself for miles down the Murray, 
day and night. I wish my Inner Stillness would transcend 
To the outer. To be swathed by tranquility
In that darling Basin… 
When does this river meet the sea?