DESTINATION: Magnetic Island
Apr 03, 2022
2 minutes
By Emily McAuliffe
f it wasn’t for the apparent domestic, I would have walked straight past. At first, there was a high-pitched wail, then came a deep grunt. Another wail; another grunt. I inched into the bushland, following the sound, and there they were: her, arms stretched overhead, hanging precariously from a branch, and him, casually sitting in the
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