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​Cape Woolamai

30/1/2021

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Picture
By Ajanta Judd

Scrunching through coarse sand on a morning dense with fog, there is no separation between ocean and sky. Thick dank air mixes with salt spray as a lone surfer emerges then recedes into the eeriness.
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We ascend the steep staircase twisting through tangles of New Zealand spinach. Sounds of laboured breathing pierce the silence. On the last landing, we pause and stare out to sea. Native grasses and gnarled Moonah trees line the steep track. We encounter feeding wallabies who look up inquisitively.
 
As we alight the summit of this ancient rugged cape, we drink in the magnificence. The headland is covered in mist that drifts toward the cliff edge. It merges with low-lying clouds where they meet the stunning granite bluffs. Pacific gulls launch off the rock face and cavort in midair, relishing their freedom. In this moment, separated from everyday reality, we are standing on the precipice of existence.
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