Treasure Island

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I had a warm heart and nostalgic wave crash over me as I stood there in the warm Pacific water looking at this view of Koromiri in the Rarotongan lagoon.

Treasure Island, by Robert Louis Stevenson was an adventure book of such exotic places that I never thought they truly existed and, if they did, there was now way I, lying on my bed as the Welsh rain tapped in the windows, was ever gonna get there.

Here I am.
Isn't life astounding.
Ripples in the clear Pacific lagoon against a white beach with a tree, blue sky and clouds in the upper part of the photograph
Koromiri, Cook Islands

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