The dribbleman at last travels his own country
October 5th 2009 Colour is drained for the day - Thick darkness shadows itself over the land. Lying down in my tent, the wind picks up. Life surrounding me seems to be solely represented now by the rustling sound of gum tree leaves swaying into each other. This typically static Australian sound is what was needed after 11 months on the run. JP4 was coming to a close and at last after 4 Journeys I was giving my own
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