Observations: King Island, Bass Straight
Weathered rolls of evergreen fields end at the waterfront where jagged rocks, hills, and beaches turn to meet you. Dead penguins with holes for eyes lie half-buried in the sand. A wind whistles past you toward some infinite destination. The pier exudes such sadness…
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