Reminiscing through early writings....

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I was in the 'net' checking my various 'googleable' profiles and found this gem from last December...

After being back in Australia for almost two months now, this was a nice re-read to see how far I've come in six months and to reflect back on what now feels like a dream.

https://wp.architecture.com.au/news-media/wp-content/uploads/sites/9/2019/01/AIA-newsletter-An-article-by-Alison-Stout-AIA-NT-Chapter-Member.pdf


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