AustLit

'It was the June July season here in Mindingu the days are always hot and dry. This time of the year, the dry wind blows more frequently throughout the community. The howling winds carry all those dark reddish brown dust through the community, sometimes in small wind pools the winds swirl and spin onto those freshly scented laundry. Washings are always affected during this time of the year, sometimes the dust settles heavily on the fresh washing leaving evidence of red tinges, as if someone had sprinkled heaps of salty plum powder over the washing. ...'