In the garden of the Custodian of Gariwerd Stone People sit, with knowing. They have watched as so many have come to this garden, listened to the discussion as mobs gathered. Today, only the white cockatoos fly past in flocks, screaming, talking of places to go, people to see. The old people have all gone and the Guardian, the Stone People and I have the place to ourselves. One day we will all be together again.
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