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It’s hard to describe freedom. For me it was the fields of wheat beside the yellow lanes that turned, buckled, and disappeared round curves on the way to my beloved ocean. Come December the pale days and falling snow hid the lane, but I knew every inch of it by the twigs of life visibly poking through the white sheet of winter.
Harry Hogg
Adrienne Beaumont
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I’m Australian. I love to travel and write about my adventures.I write about my daily life as a mother and grandmother as well as my past experiences.
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