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Little sky country



We’re back in little sky country.  The trees are tall and it’s still raining,  But even little skies can be beautiful. A rainbow welcomes us home and Madam Tom Tom chirps, "You have reached your destination."

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  1. A wonderful homecoming!
    My compliments Joan Elizabeth. You've created a pictorial treasure trove of all sorts of gems that are uniquely Australian, thank you very much for sharing them with us.

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  2. What a wonderful way to be welcomed - by a rainbow :)

    I thoroughly enjoy seeing all the pictures from your travels.

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  3. And was there a pot of gold?? Certainly was for us, the viewers of your fabulous adventure!

    Happy travels!!

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  4. Beautiful composition! It seems everyone spots great rainbows but me... :-)

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  5. Yay! Well done! Happy homecoming - loved seeing your travels, a visual delight.

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