About time – how little we have
In the mid-1980s, on a windy slope with a view, overlooking the shallow waters flowing in the Murrumbidgee of the Monaro, in southern New South Wales, a clean-cut hippy drummed deep into the weed-invested night. Hippies had peaked in influence over a decade before, but those who had recapitulated the back-to-the-landers of the post-war period had their hills and valleys…
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