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Far in the North West of Australia is a place where there are neither frosts nor droughts. A place where there are only two seasons; a season of endless blue skies, and a season when the thick clouds roll in and wash the red dust from the land. Luscious fruit trees lined in rows smell sweetly as the new seasons mangoes begin to form on their branches. The heat of the day slowly subsides as the cool breeze drifts in, carrying with it the low rhythmic drone of the cicada. When the last light of the day fades, a spectacular orange glow accentuates the dramatic geometric shapes that rise above the endless horizon. If you look
closely there is a softness and fragility to this rugged landscape. Tiny native flowers are simple in delicate shades of pink and yellow, and white gum and boab trees appear sparsely scattered across the otherwise bare powdery red earth.