A hint at what could be happening...There was no trace of loud voices...When walking the Dromana foreshore trail at the end of May, I saw this little scene happening...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 13, 2020
I smiled, for no particular, logical reason... pic.twitter.com/c8QldNMsYo
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Sunday 14 June 2020
walking the foreshore trail...
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