There was a season when Joel and I returned to Flinders Blowhole again and again—five weekends in a row, almost like a quiet ritual. The walk no longer felt like an effort but a familiar rhythm: wind off the sea, the rough path underfoot, the distant thunder of waves forcing their way through the rock. At the time it seemed ordinary, just another outing, another stretch of coast. Yet looking back now, those visits feel quietly precious. The place reveals itself differently in memory—each surge of water, each salt-laden gust—suddenly worthy of every step we took to reach it.
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