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Nowhere in the world.(Fictional Work)

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| December 01, 2003 | Broomhall, John | COPYRIGHT 2003 Quadrant Magazine Company, Inc. This material is published under license from the publisher through the Gale Group, Farmington Hills, Michigan.  All inquiries regarding rights should be directed to the Gale Group. (Hide copyright information)Copyright
 
NOWHERE IN THE WORLD 
 
Driving toward Broken Hill on the Menindee Road, you round 
a bend, and the poppet heads of North Mine, rising like protective 
totems, are silhouetted in a sudden, dark outcrop of strength 
and permanence, like a promise of unending prosperity, as poignant 
and self-important as the brittle-stick outline of a troupe 
of Indonesian shadow puppets. 
 
Mum, alongside ...
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