NZ, Otago and the Neanderthals
February 23rd 2010 With the softest of warm breezes just touching my cheek and the glow of the late afternoon sun warming my back I could be the only person in the world. I cannot hear anything of man about me. There is a small outburst from some distant birds and the hum of insects is a constant all around. I sit silently absorbed by the view. There is a soft plop, schluk, plop behind me. Foot falls quietly ap
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