I found my tree before the sun went down. A thick grey-gum at the edge of the clearing, half-hidden by scrub, just far enough back that the shadows swallowed me. From here I could see everything, but no one could see me. The campers spilled in as the light faded. Cars, voices, the dull thud of tent pegs being hammered…
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