It’s long and wide and empty…and it stretches for 90 miles.

The sky is big. The sand is full of broken shells. Your shoes leave deep marks when you press against the wind. This makes you think you are the first one ever here.

It never looks the same. Clouds roll through Bass Strait, playing with the light.

It is never silent. Waves crash in concert with seagulls’ cries.

It smells of underwater secrets.

It gives you space and the sense of distance. It puts things in perspective.

It is timeless.

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