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| Mornington Peninsula |
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| Portsea Hotel King Salmon |
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| Portsea Hotel |
We passed the Mornington Peninsula on our way to Phillip Island, confined in a compact car, munching on nuts, and listening to Il Divo, whilst we marvelled at the extravagant line of mansions. And, somehow, I thought of Gatsby.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
The Great Gatsby
J
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