Watiyawanu ..... Amundurrngu ..... Mt Liebig ......
The names fall away into emptiness, like the spinifex lapping at the peak. Dry creek beds drain the slope, already dry beyond all hope of rain. Only the winds remain, blowing gently into the quiet land, stirring the desert sands which, grain by patient grain are weathered from the hills, settling on the plain in shafts of silent sunlight, gently, secretly, beyond the echo of the names -
Mt Liebig .... Amundurrngu ..... Watiyawanu .......
