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Melbourne

And way up on high…

“And way up on high…” I photograph a bit of Paul Kelly poetry – even if it is a bit of a cliche.

the clock on the silo says eleven degrees

OK, OK – so it’s a Melbourne cliche, but if you had any idea how many times I’ve ridden along here when the clock on the silo said twelve degrees…

And that just doesn’t sound right, does it?

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