October 6th, 2009 by Hafiz Noor Shams
I cannot get it out of my mind. In my subconsciousness, I still feel the blowing wind in my face and I still feel the fine grainy sand under my feet.
I am still stuck to a time of no worries. Sigh…
This path leads to a beach called Zenith, if I recall correctly.
-  Of on the road to Tomaree’s guns I was away for a few days and I am on post-trip blues.
This battered path leads to at least two stations that used to house a gun each during the World ...
-  Of the attraction of sand dunes
Vast empty space filled with sand reminds one of hostile barren desert.
Yet, despite its nothingness, it is beautiful. The waves drawn on the sand, to...
-  Of more dunes Nothing to write.
My mind is something like that at the moment; empty.
This is somewhere near Port Stephens, New South Wales.
-  Of Manly
A friend told me that British explorers found this place to be manly and hence, the name Manly. At least according to a French publication.
That is just...
-  Of wash your hands properly In Australia, specifically in New South Wales where I am at the moment, the state government has been running an awareness campaign with respect to the sprea...
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