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An Island Too Far

An island afar In Tasmania, the sheep were full of sot a land where white farmers had killed off the Tasmanian tiger. The sheep’s only enemy was the man. There were a fire people sought refuge in the water and sheep left to find their food wherever there was a green spot. I was in Hobart once, l it must be classed as the most boring city in the world. people here were eating fish and chips fried in sheep fat This place of bungalows, secure in their little life in a cocoon of the trite, do not improve on their culinary skills

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