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We went down the road a little outside of town to the Berkelouw Book Barn and spent a happy hour or so browsing the stacks.

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  1. Ah, now I only know the two Berks in Sydney (Paddington and Leichhardt). Berrima is looking more enticing.

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  2. I haven't been to this place although I've passed it a few times. Must next time I'm in Berrima.

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  3. I love these shots, and I never get round to (or see them) taking them....

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  4. Jule and Winam, definitely go there, it's big and stuffed full of interesting books. Nice log fire too on cold days.

    Sean, I am fascinated for example, to see how Julie has visited the same places as me but sees totally different details. I walk around the city and can't see a single thing to shoot whereas I know you would be busy snapping away. I am learning for these different interpretations to try and push my boundaries while at the same time as being true to my own vision of things.

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  5. ... and Martina is google-ing Thomas Hood ...

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  6. Hi Martina, I did the same and discover he is a poet. In fact I remember now that I have quoted one of his poems

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