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The old bore-water stained building hung from the sky, its potholed

driveway peppered with leaves from the eucalypts swinging just as far

overhead. From the road I could see a rabble milling around under a

rusty old veranda, and I stopped before I started up the eroded bitumen.

The smell of paint-thinner carried on with the sea breeze and I stood

out on the footpath for a moment, swilling in the odours of mineral

spirits.