Billabongs were like that, places of calm and serenity. The place where you went to think through your problems, meditate and ponder the world around you.
In the autumn they took on a rare beauty, the surrounding trees changed colour, at least the introduced ones did, the natives soldiered on oblivious to the change of season.
Within the billabong, life teemed with creatures, most invisible and some very obvious, but you had to look closely to see them, and that in itself was fraught with danger.
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