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Marooned

I borrowed my uncle’s truck in some alternate vision and we drove Pacific Highway. I couldn’t imagine the details of the location, except the cliffs and a wayward sun; you were smiling with ruby painted lips, and all that blonde hair being blown in a California wind. 384 more words

Romance

Day 1: Sydney to Nambucca Heads - 486 km

The van had a 6 day limit on it – the terms of our relocation were that we could hire it for a dollar a day, with a hundred dollars rebate on our fuel, if we got it to Cairns from Sydney within 6 days. 292 more words

Australia

The Pacific North West

Route 101 took us North, out of the city and back in the car and the tent.  Leaving San Francisco the mist swept in to the bay and hung over the top of the red iron that linked our journey over to Sausilito and beyond, as I craned my neck round I caught a glimpse of the place that my great grandfather has taken his boat from over to the city for work. 719 more words

Indescribable

sexy & sunny | we were high from the fumes of creative success

It was August.  Our skin was a darker bronze than it had been in years.

The heat of the day had begun to ease as the sun turned orange, taking control of the sky, leaving streaks of red across the horizon.   73 more words

Dolls In The Tavern

If you look closely at David Lever’s painting of what was the old Tavern on the Pacific Highway, Berowra, you may be able to see the reason for our blog title! 259 more words

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