Deadman's Beach
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| I feel like a survivor on a lost island. It's so, so quiet. Just the sound of the crashing waves, the majesty of the cliff-side rocks, the squeaky white sand in between my toes. Ahhhhh. |
I feel so free – free from distractions, free from
technology, free from the urban life, free from people’s expectations, free
from the world’s lusts and demands. Free. It is beautiful, sweet liberation. I
can taste it, in the twinge of sea-saltiness on my lips after a cool dip in the
temperate azure waters. I can smell it, in the freshness of the morning air, heavy
with the dew of the jungle, yet evaporating just as quickly after dawn in the
balmy heat of the glorious Queensland
sun. I can feel it, in the powder-fine white sands that squeak under my feet as
I jog leisurely along the coast. I can hear it, in the silence of the island
air, in the almost-hypnotic distant crashing of turquoise surf, in the singing
of the crickets and jungle wildlife at night. It is breath-taking – every
moment.
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| A gorgeous sight to behold. I felt utterly alone when I hiked past this dead, dried-up tree. It was such a striking sight! |
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| The life. |
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| Ahhh, people!!!! Two other people!!!! (I literally squealed with relief when I saw there were at least two other lone adventurous somewhere out there in the open - ahead of me!) |
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| The sands of Stradbroke Island were so, so white and fine. The result - a lot of squeaky sounds beneath your feet as you walk along the coast! |
Can anyone even begin to adequately describe the reality of such pure blissful beauty? Such wonders do exist!
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