What a wattle brings is a secret scent that sings across the warm and winter breeze so crisp that it could clutch the seas by it's very sensitivities. What a wattle sings is tales of the sunlight caught in no small form and those that brought a smaller joy then sung songs lost on storm weather and a bright golden life led by header: to whom it may concern I have a fresh aspect and life that's value is deserved. What are wattle things but happiness lived and resembling a thought to which a hermit brings when confronted by his sweet loneliness that empty first kiss from his loft a perch of subtle sits the naive man who gives a bit of resistant thought to his own best friend within himself... I love you @jazz.spirinium. Happy birthday. (at Mullumbimby)








