Mighty mountain river

When I visit where my dad lived on Taungurung Country I sit at the river and relax. This song, an improvisation made at the river and recorded again about an hour later with a guitar,  was made during a recent visit. A large ghost gum held me close to the water that day, and an eagle flew overhead. Grief is like love.

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