after saturdays' fires, the whole shire, the whole of Victoria, in fact has been shot into space with the devastation of it all. We've lost people and whole communities are homeless.
The cry of the broken hearted is heard ringing out over the ashen landscape... listen, you can clearly hear them. We cry with them.
My mother escaped within an inch of her life. She and her little dog Harry stayed here for one week. today. one week later, she headed off to Alexandra where she's been offered a caravan for a while.
Finding her community again.
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