yeah, so as i was saying, i stopped the night at Tintinara, then drove a bit more, and came to this little town, which is just a railway siding for loading grain.
love these silos!
Jayden’s Mum had read him Beowulf, that Lady poem about shallots and the
Narnia Chronicles and she knew what happened to the children of those men
wh...
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