G is for… good gravy, it’s cold

The south-west of Western Australia has some of the most stunning landscape. Every time I drive down here, there’s a visceral lightening of my load. My shoulders relax and I feel like I can breathe again.

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Winter Wonderland

Mix stretched his arms skyward, extending each vertebra. He opened his lips into a round flat O, scrunched up his eyes, and yawned the yawn of the bone-weary. It had been a very long night.

He looked around pleased with himself. The world was elegant, blanketed in her new downy white coat, wearing her finest crystals, ready for the grand Winter ball.

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