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ADVENT Two ramparts; flowers of fire and the steel cutting edge of sea confronted us. We raised earth hungry eyes to cliffs that crumbled broken clay on empty beaches and knew that Promised Islands were not figments of a fevered mind but in our reach. The sharp prow sliced the frosty sand; laughing, we leapt among the flames, tore off the pinions of the past and claimed the land by flaunting fire flowers on our brows. Kathleen Grattan

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Te Ao Hou, 1970, Page 54

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ADVENT Te Ao Hou, 1970, Page 54

ADVENT Te Ao Hou, 1970, Page 54