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AwakeCassie sits on the garden seat, the one Poppy made for Grandma Lily with eucalyptus salvaged from the old shearing shed, back when they used to keep sheep here. Before her time. They gave up, Poppy said, because of the foxes. No matter what they did, the foxes got to the sheep. They had an orchard back then too. Lily’s orchard. Lily dreamed one day that it was gone and the next day she woke up and Poppy was bulldozing her orchard. How did she know that? They grew wheat there after that. Have done ever since. Awarding winning wheat in that first year. There was a newspaper clipping, her dad not much older than she is now, standing in the sea of black and white wheat, their house in the background, looking the same as it does today, except for the cars. There have never been tha
