Tuesday, was a slightly unusual day in quaint little Punmu town. The hordes of scavenging dogs did not bark. Camp beds were pulled undercover. The early morning hustle and bustle seized to exist. A light pitter-patter sounded on the shipping containers roof. And continued, suggesting it was not a shower of dirt-clumps. The rains came to the Great Sandy Desert on the third Tuesday of June, and everyone was happy.
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