Camping WAWhen the days seemed longer,the road wider, we headed south,panel van & surfcat hitched.You knew where the road led, through acresof Tuarts, valleys that searched the sky.Ahead were thick forests in sleepy canvas,first pee at Margaret River, before a coast roadto Walpole, smell of dieback as thick as theleafy glare that fluttered through windows.The kids' heads doing a backward poundinginto upholstery. Their hands scattering toys,knuckles...
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