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Home > Diaries > 2017 > 646 |
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RETURNING to Woorim in the early morning, the sun rose between the clouds hurtling across the sky. Shining through a small cloud, highlighting its edges, the brilliant orange sky revealed the ghostly Moreton Island in the distance, almost seeming to hover above the turbulent sea. |
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