The gate is the last barrier between you and the shed, with no handle or lock to open, you have too battle with it to pass. Towering trees stand guard offering their endless support, only their trunks are visible, but the shade they cast is unmistakable protection for those who come and wait.
Once you pass through the gate, you can hear the crunchy sounds of the brown dried leaves and grasses as they give way under your heavy tread. Walk on; the artists bids you, across the paddock to the rusty old woolshed nestled amongst the sheltering trees in this typical Australian bush scene.
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