The fragrant summers of the Australian bush arose in me the earliest passion for beauty. Purity and love are arts to be courted, and in all these matters I write what I have experienced in the senses and Spirit.

My childhood bedroom, a watercolour lavender, was heady with ambrosial writing spiced by desire. Over many years the bud has unfurled.

It is for those wanting to languish in "still waters" that I write. They will find in the daily rush and bleakness there exists a private boudoir of the mind; where vivid silk and subtle satins defuse our stress, and problems are eaten like fat mangoes.

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