The first time the scale truly hit me, I was craning my neck so far back that my hat fell off. I was standing at the base of a mountain ash in the Yarra Ranges, roughly an hour east of Melbourne, and the tree I was looking at was so…
The first time the scale truly hit me, I was craning my neck so far back that my hat fell off. I was standing at the base of a mountain ash in the Yarra Ranges, roughly an hour east of Melbourne, and the tree I was looking at was so…