It’s a North East Valley specialty – attenuated streets, filaments extruded steeply up from North Road, streets you could hardly turn a dog around in – not a large dog anyway – and scarfie flats with names and legends passed round from pissup to pissup ... and where an early morning piddle ended with a …
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A Dark Feathered Art 