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All I Ever Wanted

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Barry Revill

I have to remind you about these things because most people when you talk to them are not listening to what you say. You can tell by their eyes how they concentrate on what you are saying, and the way their eyes go sort of dull once they have heard all you have to say. And if they are interested in what you have to say then their eyes do not wander and they usually look you straight in the face which I do not like sometimes so I look the other way. I know I am strange, I know I think differently to other people, but I wonder sometimes if I am really all that different. I try to look at things logically and to think clearly, but when I watch people and when I really listen to what they have to say I begin to wonder whether it is me who is strange or is it them, that is what I wonder.

I told Mrs Stewart about the bush the other day. She was hanging out the washing so I sat on her back step and waved to her and she waved back to me and that was nice. So I sat there for a while and looked at things, like Mrs Stewart and all of her wooden pegs and all the things with pretty colours hanging in a neat row on the line. And then Mrs Stewart, well she came over and sat on the step too, and I smiled at Mrs Stewart and Mrs Stewart, well, she smiled at me, and then I told her what I had seen one day up the bush.

I had stood by this little gully and I could see right up this dry creek bed. And there were dry leaves and things, and there were lots of leaves all curled up, and there was dry sand in the creek beds and a couple of pools of water, and the sun reflected little shadows on the water and the shadows kept dancing around all over the place. And in the creek there were some big rocks and I know you could not move them because they were so big, and they had a pretty red colour like they had been out in the sun too long and had got all sunburnt. 

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