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Childers. Small motel town. Made bearable, to the eye at least, by its colonial feel. Historic the sign said. I’d camped a few miles outside. Quiet wooded site. Ventured in ostensibly to pop a few postcards in the mail.

Straddling the familiar Bruce Highway. Constant stream of traffic. Busy. Public Holiday. Easter Monday. Tourists, mostly Aussies, passing through. Drawn briefly into the pricey cafes along the main street.

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