Bill took us through scrub and undulations - onward, reaching out in search of the stark white sand dunes - they seemed just a little distance away but then we just didn't seem to get there - weaving through scrub to avoid the dense patches - and then there they were - oblique, steep, glaring white, sand moving inland, reclaiming the land, bits of twisted wood remnants protruding at the edges - we followed the wind to the beach where we stripped off and plunged into the shallows.......
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