Eyre Peninsola in South Australia.
There are miles and miles of unending, pristine beaches and
the constant boom of crashing rollers roaring in to assault the
land. Not another human being in sight.
A perfect paradise for a loner like me to be rejuvenared by
the buffeting winds and the salt sea air.
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The tonal range of blue the sea offers to my hungry eyes
sinks deep within my being
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making me skip and dance on the soft white sand
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to the rhytm of the ever pounding waves.
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A glimpse of coastal vegetation
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