Dreaming In The Land Of The Unexpected
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My father told me stories of the life in the 60s. When the roads I now call bush tracks were once proud highways. The town, once filled with hopeful faces in decent clothes, locals and expats alike, now feels weighed down by neglect…
A place where laziness and greed seem to grow, where dreams fade into filth.
Still, I will continue to dream. I will continue to live in this land that the Lord has given me.






