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A sanctuary fit for a child’s fairytale dreaming

Whispers of the mellow bay

stands as still as pure

White grains of salty sand

fill the mountainous dunes

Feel the sun soak beneath the palm of your hands

So homeless, safe isolated

To share a dunk with an enemy

Yet so friendly not to string or bite its fellow company

Explore your imagination as far as the lonely caves

And the peek across to another world

So busy, yet so close

To abandon the scene of reality

And relax in a precious place

Surely a guilty pleasure

Yarra Bay - Another World


By Melina K.

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