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I flew into Avalon airport on the outskirts of Melbourne to find this remote piece of paradise looking into Port Phillip Bay. The mix of mangrove swamp on one side and a dozen fibro houses on the other made for a bizarre but magical place. The dark and low cumulus nimbus clouds were rolling in. Not a human in site. A flock of birds were huddled on the pier. The winds were blowing strong and a perfect storm was brewing in the distance. A dead end road and a feeling of diaspora in this isolated recluse.
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