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Wanted: Pool for Sad Homeless Bunyip

The swimming hole, which is not a bunyip hole. Never swim with a bunyip. When I first came here, almost half a century ago, we walked past the bunyip pool. It was always cold by the bunyip pool, no matter how hot the air was elsewhere. The pool was deep and small, by an enormous boulder … and walking back home at night I did feel just a small amount of terror every time I passed the pool. Which is just what the bunyip would have wanted. And then, two months ago, we had a flood, scouring out some pools, washing away part of our road and the foundation for an electricity pole and changing the course of the creek yet again. And now the bunyip pool is gone, the creek twisting around the boulder

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