Memories of Port Macquarie, December 2007...

The water surrounded me, touching my skin as if it, or I, were invisible. Salt tingled in my nose and mouth, leaking into my body like a Bedouin disguised as a sand dune. Light daggered down towards me, shards of sun drowning the ocean. Surf invaded silence as my head broke the surface. The lovely, familiar saline smell of the sea filled my nostrils, satisfying them, consoling them. Australia ensconced me again. I was home!

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