My grandmother was a postman's daughter. She was born in Mullumbimby. They tell me her father brought her flowers from all of his runs. Some natives, some wild roses, maybe gathered together with the mail or stolen from over hanging gardens. She began to paint them and in her hands the seasons changed and new species were invented. She always had an eye for the most savage electric colour.
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