Australian Memoir 1997

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"We caressed the scaly skin of Uluru... we gazed at themoons of Jupiter up in the clear black night sky" Ear to the ground in Australia... When my friend Spud told me to lie down and press my ear to the blacktop, I wondered whether the packet of bush biscuits we’d just finished had a … Continue reading Australian Memoir 1997