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Leaving Merrimba

What a sad story I have to write. Somehow or other I had struck root in Merrimba and I had never imagined that I would ever leave. Until I left feet first, as the saying goes, via the hospital in Wingate, or perhaps dropping, like a stone down a well, out in the paddock. Then I would be placed into the earth in the cemetery in Perceval, because there was no way the cemetery in Merrimba would have come “on line” by the time my life span had run its course. There it was on the map, a lovely stand…

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