Our wagon was expected as we arrived to the shores of Bruny island next to the Citadel of millions, Kettering. They laid their chocolate on our feet and revealed the statue of truth for the ones who master it. As the river was coming to it's pinnacle next to the ocean, it stopped on its tracks, froze and made raspberry, blackberry and chilled hot chocolate drinks for the parched souls of the people who had waited in vain for our appearance. I told them stories of our adventures and gave them gifts of grey pebbles, which they treasured as they treasure the metals of the platinum group.
As we departed their welcoming temple to tour Brunie they all asked us to stay, for living without is no life at all.
This is Bruny as I saw it without white wallabies.
Three days we spent there sleeping in our car and checking the sites, which were plentiful and blue.
Looking for Antarctica
My favourite
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