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Kirstie McKinnon's avatar

I’d never considered how old water was until I stood by the Lindsay creek, Puke-haukea, in Dunedin trying to write a poem about it. As I tuned in I wondered - how old is this water? As old as the sunrise? And now you’ve made me think - maybe even older. It’s interesting to think of our engagement with water as participating in, and linking to the past.

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