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  1. Ah, I remember Dunsborough when there was nothing there. We camped on the beach at Bunker’s Bay and collected milk in a billy can from a nearby farmer. I learned how to snorkel, fractured my skull by falling off some beach boulders, gave myself concussion and lost my memory of half a day.

    Now them were the days.

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