I should not be here
Hesitantly venturing to see the Gordon River dam, I was faced with the complex and incongruous duality of a beautiful engineering solution in a most exquisite location. The sky’s breath caressed the slopes and the light danced across the moors amplifying the transience of my presence. The concrete infringements which had so concerned me seemed momentary, a passing blight in the face of eons.
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