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	<title>Comments on: The Road to Kinglake</title>
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		<title>By: Genevieve Morgan</title>
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		<dc:creator>Genevieve Morgan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 11:59:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m still disturbed by the drive that day.</description>
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		<title>By: Angela Savage</title>
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		<dc:creator>Angela Savage</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Jun 2009 06:59:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Helen, your moving piece brought back my own visit to Kinglake, Toolangi and Flowerdale in April. Like you, the sight of those once lush hillsides reduced to dull brown forests of blackened tree trunks left me sad and silent. Fern trees had already started sprouting out of the ashes, and grass trees - which rely on fire to germinate - were emerging at the foot of the ghost eucalypts. Some people saw the regrowth as a sign of hope; others found it almost offensive in the face of their grief.

I was inspired by the people I met in the Neighbourhood Houses, who&#039;d lost so much yet still had so much to give to their communities. But I wish for their sakes that their goodwill were never subjected to such a terrible test.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Helen, your moving piece brought back my own visit to Kinglake, Toolangi and Flowerdale in April. Like you, the sight of those once lush hillsides reduced to dull brown forests of blackened tree trunks left me sad and silent. Fern trees had already started sprouting out of the ashes, and grass trees &#8211; which rely on fire to germinate &#8211; were emerging at the foot of the ghost eucalypts. Some people saw the regrowth as a sign of hope; others found it almost offensive in the face of their grief.</p>
<p>I was inspired by the people I met in the Neighbourhood Houses, who&#8217;d lost so much yet still had so much to give to their communities. But I wish for their sakes that their goodwill were never subjected to such a terrible test.</p>
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