Women with Grit

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I open my eyes to see the colours of a newborn sun entering the stage above me, the soft sounds of movement nearby. The air is warm and only a fly-screen 30cm from my face separates me from this scene. I roll onto my side and take it all in. I am camping in a swag, by the Macquarie River, with 8 other women, who are equally as stoked to be there as I am