Dear Great Ocean Road,
I could walk or wind my way around your biscuit crumbed cliffs again and again. I'll never tire of your bushland tracks lined with Iron Barks, quivering with Wrens. I love the sun on the foamy peak of your waves, fierce, dashing up abandoned beaches, egged on by that relentless wind.
Thank you. You are exhilarating!
Jo xx
jojobee
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