Robyn was standing all alone before the Johnstone Pharma front gates wondering just how to get past them and through to the office. Her long hair was damp in the Arizona heat, her feet felt like they were cracking within the flat sandwich of her broken sandal.
All of her moments had led her here, she mused. Big and small moments, each and every increment of time spent, had brought her now to this very place. She could feel her destiny sitting both behind and in front of her.
Robyn Prior had been born and bred on a cattle farm, that lay miles away from any neighbors, and yet further away from any town.
Their property was settled on a 'green belt' - a valley that attracted the clouds, and grew moist tall grass all year round, for which the herd depended upon. For all of the spiders and snakes, this part of Australia had been a paradisiacal place to begin her life in.
She loved the familiar morning sounds: of the magpies warble, the crow's barking, and listening to the lowing that came from the engorged cows as they stumbled in procession through to the shiny sheds lit by the sunrise.
She would awake to their kelpies doing circles outside her bedroom door, and her brothers, with their manly sounds, moving about the house in random concert.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
All of her moments had led her here, she mused. Big and small moments, each and every increment of time spent, had brought her now to this very place. She could feel her destiny sitting both behind and in front of her.
Robyn Prior had been born and bred on a cattle farm, that lay miles away from any neighbors, and yet further away from any town.
Their property was settled on a 'green belt' - a valley that attracted the clouds, and grew moist tall grass all year round, for which the herd depended upon. For all of the spiders and snakes, this part of Australia had been a paradisiacal place to begin her life in.
She loved the familiar morning sounds: of the magpies warble, the crow's barking, and listening to the lowing that came from the engorged cows as they stumbled in procession through to the shiny sheds lit by the sunrise.
She would awake to their kelpies doing circles outside her bedroom door, and her brothers, with their manly sounds, moving about the house in random concert.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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