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‘I really don’t want to miss out on the gig, you know,’ Monica said as we crawled through the main street of Rosenville. Bright coloured bulbs flashed at us from every direction. With a heavy heart I absorbed the competing displays. Families in the warmth and comfort of their homes busy preparing for Christmas. I was on the outside looking in. A cold and hollow sensation gripped me. I resolved to not be alone next Christmas, no matter the cost. Monica had become a good friend, but she had family—Kirk.

T-Team Next Generation–Sunset on Uluru

As the cloud and damp set in during the day of July 9, the T-Team congratulated themselves on completing the mission to view the sunset on the Rock the previous night. Anthony reported, ‘Alice Springs had one of its lowest temperatures ever; 8 degrees Celsius maximum.’

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The car jammed on the brakes at a green traffic light. Followed by a bang. Steam billowed and doused Trigger with a snow shower of white powder. ‘I thought you said that this car was cloaked.’

T-Team Next Generation–Cloud on Uluru

Although cloud shrouded Uluru, it’s flanks appeared to have the colour of red ochre. We parked again in the parking bays closest to where tourists climb, when they are permitted to climb. We inspected the sign. Today, climbing was not permitted because of cloud.

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‘Shut up, you two love birds,’ Walter said through a mouthful of crisps. He plunged his hand in the bag and crackled it as his fingers ferreted out a fistful of chips. ‘I’m watching the film.’
I stiffened. It seemed that Walter could see me too. Who else, then could see me?

Travelling Back In Time

My great-great grandfather Friedrich spent less than three months in prison for this crime he do not commit, but I admire the way he handled his dire situation.

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I headed upstairs to Cinema 2. I tracked the carpet blazing red with Turkish designs and ran up the winding staircase. My head spun and my stomach churned as if a washing machine on the spin cycle. I boldly passed through the mahogany framed entrance.
The pimply attendant held an upturned palm. ‘Ticket please!’

Story Behind the Painting–Mt. Hermannsburg

After a couple of hours, Dad packed up his brushes and palette and returned to the town of Hermannsburg. I stayed, in the creative zone, dibbing and dabbing, the setting sun casting shadows over the riverbed and a cool breeze pricking me with goose bumps on my bare arms.

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Who was she? This blonde, stick-insect-clothes-hanging-off-her type, and an uncanny resemblance to Minna, but not Minna. Had John married someone like his sister? Or did Minna resemble her mother and John had inadvertently married his mother? Be careful not to probe, Holly.

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Month: September 2020