There’s a hole in my jeans, dear Liza
Sep 15, 2021
2 minutes
THE DAY STARTED LIKE ANY OTHER mustering day. My alarm went off at 3am. I need about an hour before brekkie to have a coffee, pack my lunch and process life before people start talking to me. At 4am, the head stockwoman gave a briefing to the crew and chopper pilots over some bacon and eggs. My job for the morning was to get the horses
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