Newman, Western Australia

I hated Newman. The humidity, the working hours, the scrub ground that stretched out like a scarred corkboard. Sometimes, adoration doesn’t arrive in a new place at the same time we do. It’s a challenge to fall in love; in Newman, I got by with a little help from my friends…

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