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What’s your story?

Mine changes

When I was young

I was the daughter of graziers – my story, my life – I was a bush child and so proud to be from the land

I grew older

And a wonderful man asked to marry me

I must have said the word “fiancée” one hundred thousand times that year

Then wife

Then mother – the best one yet!

Then I lost mine and my father six months apart

They were sick

Mum in particular – Alzheimer’s – dreadful

But let’s skip that part

It

Was

Dark

Then I was sober although I never was a drunk

Just temporarily, a seeker of an alleviating state of mind

Something that pressed pause – instead of rewind

And eventually I threw away the deck altogether

And found it a place to nest in amongst all the other stories in my chest

And the narrator…