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We Grew Up For a few summers my family had Christmas holidays in a shack at the mouth of the Greenough River, just south of Geraldton. A strange house in retrospect, to a child it was the most remarkable place to have year after year, and I sometimes think that it was this house that caused me to become a writer. It was certainly the prime cause of my obsession with the coastal life… The house itself consisted mainly of one huge L-shaped room lined with beds, remnants of other houses and times and places. They were a wild assortment and a kid could jump from one end of the place to the other without touching the bare concrete floor that was always adrift with balls of dust and streaks of beach sand… Tim Winton, Australian writer back |
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