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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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