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Eccentricity


Out on the opal fields it is hard to find any building we might call normal. But there are a few.





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  1. Golly, that final house is a turn-up for the books. Eccentric is a good description. I wonder, too, about the percentage of mental-health issues, and the resort to alcohol and other drugs, either as a reason foir starting this style of life, or a life-style that people slide into.

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    1. There are always people who like their independence and without the need to live up to city values or city expenses can just get on with life their way ... digging the dirt all day would not be exactly loafing.

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  2. You've been busy, Joan! Your photos tell a great story. They have me itching to get out there and experience it for myself. :)

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