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do we have soft, faces of gold and hearts warm in our chest I’m seeking comfort from the tyranny of denial As the smoke and ash blanket Sydney we are told not to be alarmed as our collective asthmatic lungs fill with liquid black inky tears from my mothers generation that fought so hard to have kindness to our Earth shown in all our myriad of ways but now as we choke the system says ‘this is not happening’ ‘it’s not what you think’ calm down I will not sit by and stitch my he