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| The road trains were roaring past the caravan park |
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| Road to ??? |
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| Looking across the pipeline toward the gorge |
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| Everything was old and dry |
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| Different times of morning and evening gave different light on the grasses |
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| The morning sun peeking through the trees in the caravan park |
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| It is funny how nature has all this grass growing in lines |
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| The fire in the gorge |
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| Dry land in the morning sun |
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| The flour mill in Port Pirie in the distance……the town |
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| Just so dry |
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| This old cart had seen better days |
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| The back of the park in the distance with the bush fires |
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| The family |
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| My parents home |















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