A child's Utopia

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Murrumbateman’s big sky are sometimes filled with large, white, fluffy clouds that hover so close to nearby hills that you can think you could climb the hill and touch them. And there’s no sound other than the gentle breeze that lazily moves the clouds and rustles the leaves of shading trees. That is, until the horde descends. We set camp on the hilltop of a gentle rise that looked nort... Read Full Entry

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