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Saturday 20 October 2012

It is a Saturday. It smells like beer.
I don't think anyone else notices that here.

Posted by Stage at 1:38 pm

Out in the open

Luxury tents and attached bathrooms for visitors. For the crew, however, it’s either that or the damn bushes. Pick your spot!
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