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Bronwyn Sharman<\/h1>\n

The Dig<\/span><\/h2>\n

Moments before I unearth,
\nfrom its cluttered pile, the hand trowel
\nI once placed somewhere inside my garden shed
\nwith some past version of my fingers,
\nthere forgotten by last season\u2019s mind, and yet
\n(if I can find it) ready,
\nto assist the soft emergence of spring shoots – that\u2019s when<\/p>\n

the thought occurs to me,
\nthis is an excavation
\nof my former self.<\/p>\n

Bronwyn Sharman<\/strong> does not want you to know who she is or where she comes <\/em>from, because she finds your fictional version of her more revealing.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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