The Heart Of The Bungles

Bungle Bungles

For just a moment the breeze stops and there is perfect silence. Not a single rustling palm frond. No squawking crows. No chirping finches. No helicopters overhead. Even that pesky fly stops buzzing for just a moment. Piccaninny Gorge is quiet at the best of times but this early in the season – on a hot, still day – the silence is deafening.

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