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The Nullabor Leper
The people mover was new and the afternoon sun was deepening its maroon paint as the mother of these five children filled its boot with bags of shopping.
Around the RV her young children, still in their school uniforms, were playing in this tiny wheat town’s empty street, each one wearing their own personalised mask, and each mask firmly secured.
As I entered the store I saw, amongst the other masked shoppers and staff, the ghost of the young man who approached us at the Nullabor roadhouse.
Out there, in the middle of nowhere, the great plains only support a hand full of…
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