Ballarat North Street, Talbot
we waded ashore in Talbot, cold and soaking wet; it was a long, long ways from Clunes and the horses were sore and hungry. when we were lost at sea this shuttered door was our beacon; a friendly wink in the dark. once fed and rested, the horses could no longer be restrained: they were off at a gallop. |
great old decayed typography. now needs go get my horse...
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