WESTERN AUSTRALIA
Feb 03, 2022
3 minutes
t didn’t take long for the red dirt to find its way under my fingernails. As we drove the unsealed bush track — dodging wild donkeys, bath-sized potholes and scavenging eagles — I picked it out carefully and crushed it like confetti into my palm. Glancing out of the window at spindly gums and bristling swathes of speargrass, the high sun cast bold, black shadows onto the road. Little did I know, this red-dust land would
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