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Way out West. Postcards from the Wimmera.

It’s Sunday morning and the small town of Jeparit seems deserted. We walk towards the centre and do not see a soul. There’s one car parked outside the Lutheran Church along the way.   728 more words

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What's in a house?

And just like that, with the stroke of a pen, the push of a button, the top of the hour, our house was no longer ours. 614 more words

I'll tell you why I love where I live

One of my (many)shameful guilty pleasures is listening to Macca on a Sunday morning. I like to think that I listen to it ironically because I’m not really into jingoistic patriotism and all things ‘Orstrayan’. 917 more words