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Mar 2018
The ocean beckons with its calling,
A siren song from distant shores -
Beguiling me to greet the dawning
Far beyond our uncharted course,
Until old mountains fail below
The lost horizon drowned to view,
And onwards then anon to flow
Up over the waves to ventures new.
Tryst
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Tryst  Tasmania
(Tasmania)   
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       IrieSide and Kim
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