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A circle.

 A fire with

family, friends.

Warmth and conversation.

We are seekers.

Seekers of the social.

Lovers of the group.

All searching for the smile.

A curving of lips upward.
Approval.

That crinkle about the eyes

the light that flickers there,

when humour and fun get together.

A song too, can hold people close.

A story, some history.

Someone throws back their head and laughs aloud.

This is home.

Gold

Gold

There is gold here.

People come to this place.

They like it.

Sunshine,

sand

sky.

The golden light mixes with the greens of the forest

and there is a transformation.

The light is no longer just the light

and the forest is no longer just the forest.

Beautiful

magic.

Long ago people came here for gold.

Digging in the earth and panning in the rivers.

I will head to Arrowtown soon.

With it's famous autumn colours.

Red, green and gold

in the trees.

The richest river in the world

is there

they said.

Miners flocked to the rush.

I go to remember my ancestors

who were part of that

goldrush and to 

celebrate with family.

And this winter 

I'll be on the Gold Coast.

A holiday,

a getaway.

Family time.

For me the gold

is family.

Not the bright yellow metal.

More 

the reflection 

of the 

light

in the faces of the 

people.