An amazing dust storm devoured Sydney last week, turning the harbour city into an orange, post-apocalyptic, nuclear wasteland. Except that it was full of people, and business as usual.
When I woke, at first there was a deep, blood-red colour, from horizon to horizon. Very ominous and cool. My heart quickened, wondering what such a dawn might herald. I'd been through dust storms in my home town, although I had never awoken to one so pervading and red.
I couldn't help but wonder what our ...
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