...and then the English teacher took photos of little black kids playing in the dust that is theirs and she cried when she read about Marilinga

nothing unexpected except this: the Olgas (Katajuta) were magic and on the way back we all sang 'pack up your troubles' and 'you are my sunshine' and best (and loudest of all) 'beautiful beautiful brown eyes' while the road followed us into town and the desert creaked towards night

Beth Spencer Doing The Rock