I drove through town, noting the shimmering heat in the rear view mirror. Instead of staying on the main road heading north and south, I turned right, crossed the railway line and, a few minutes later, pulled up under the shade of a tree next to the Benalla Cemetery.
There was no-one else around. The afternoon was still wi…
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