Joanna
Leaving Bundaberg for good...
Ahhh... although Bundy was hell for its early mornings, crappy money and feeling dirty ALL the time... I would not trade those months for...
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I'm going where the sun keeps shining, through the pouring rain.
Going where the weather suits my clothes.
Banking off of the northeast winds, sailing on a summer breeze
And skipping over the ocean like a stone.
Henry Nilsson
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