Six weeks ago, I drove from the other side of Tocumwal (the Victorian side) to Forbes. I passed through Tocumwal, bought a coffee, and fueled up. On the New South Wales side of the border, I felt that familiar sliding sensation— I’d just slipped off the ropes of connection that moored me to a civil… Continue reading Road Life: Slipping the Moorings —After the Noise, There Is Peace
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