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My love is otherwise


We swung out to the coast one last time at Lakes Entrance where a network of inland waterways known as the Gippsland Lakes meets the sea. Our last glimpse of the coastline.

The truth is, as much as I enjoyed my sojourn by the sea, I was looking forward to the still heat of the inland, away from the constant swoosh of the waves and the persistent flapping from the sea breeze. My friend Peter says there are "saltwater" people and "freshwater" people -- no guesses as to where I fit.

Musing:
From Breath by Tim Winton
"When I asked if I could just ride out to the rivermouth with Loonie he shook his head. Too rough, too far, no way. But I wanted to swim where I could see the bottom, to be where those long creaming breakers trundled in from the south so I could dive down and see them pass overhead. I hankered after the sea as I'd never done for anything else before. I'd always been a compliant, respectful child and until that point I was usually content. But being denied access to the ocean was intolerable"

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  1. UnknownJanuary 18, 2009 at 12:26 AM

    Lovely scenery!

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  2. MavisJanuary 18, 2009 at 3:54 PM

    We did follow the same path = and I also read 'Breath' on my holiday. Wonder if we saw each other :-)

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  3. PJJanuary 22, 2009 at 11:56 AM

    How did I miss this post? I've finished rvamping everything, maybe now I'll settle down to business.
    I am a water baby, salt or fresh, I love it so I don't think I fall into one or the other either.

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