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As they cleared the brow of the hill, he said
‘Oh blimey! It’s gone!’
‘It’s pronounced Go-nee’ she replied through gritted teeth and half closed eyes.
‘Gone with the Wind if you ask me. Look.’
Sally turned in the passenger seat to glare at him.
‘GO-NEE!’ she yelled.
‘No, seriously. There’s nothing there.’
She looked ahead and could have cried.
All that was left of her village was a rusted sign, an old water barrel and tumbleweed.
It had indeed, gone.