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Wilson's Promontory

Little birds in little beach trees Little thoughts drift with the breeze Little eye on little cloud Little feet trek through the shroud A...

Introducing: THE BARD

This is an extract from the beginning of my first book, Silent Skies. It is a note bound with weathered string to the top of a...

Bit of Background

So a few days ago, while one of my sisters and I were camping at Mount Arapiles^, she suggested creating a business Instagram account for...