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Ode to the Australian Outback through Dorothea McKellar
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January 16, 2009 |
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The air feels gritty and dry. My hair is brittle, my skin flaky. I know that everything here hurts, injures and kills.
And yet, gazing across the silent lonely plains, I feel what a 19-year-old Dorothea McKellar (1885-1968) must have felt all those years ago when she penned one of Australia's most famous poems, My Country, when homesick in England.
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