Sydney 2009...
The dust storm rolls into town.
And nature reclaims its own, once again.
Eerie but beautiful.
A shroud turns day to night.
And I wander through its unfamiliar streets.
Seeking the recognisable, something.
Anything.
Past.
Present.
Future.
Again, the accidental tourist.
Wrapped in a fog of uncertainty.
But now with someone beautiful.
By my side...
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