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by FRED DUNCAN Today we harvest the olives. The trees are heavy with fruit, Green and purple, crimson and black, Like pearls with their lustre, Absorbing and reflecting the autumn sun. Our fingers like crabs, Combing the silvery leaves, Searching…

by FRED DUNCAN Tierra del Fuego and the island of Tasmania, Beautiful sisters of the southern seas, Separated forever by the infinite ocean, But joined by the currents of the sea and the sky, And in the icy nights –…