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  • The Great Barrier Reef is an amazing place.

    As a child growing up, it fascinated me.

    The reef I imagined was my 'happy place'.

    I saw it on television in the travel shows and documentaries that my parents used to watch.
    Eating dinner together, after their long commute home, after an equally long day - a slither of paradise tantalizingly playing across the television screen; my father and mother, pausing from their meals to take it in.

    I saw it on the pages of National Geographic magazines, that I would secretly rifle out of my neighborhoods recycling on a Sunday night (The Jones family always had the best magazines in their recycling bin), and I also saw it on the picture perfect postcards sent to us from wandering family and friends.

    I always thought it was a magical place, an Eden - where there were so many fish and colors and life.

    But what I didn't know was that there are many moods to this perceived paradise.

    Today was an unusual day on the Cay. It was postcard perfect one moment and then the cloud turned black and it began to rain heavily. I actually felt unnerved. I have never seen it like this before. I snapped this picture just as it was about to rain.

    Thunder boomed over my head and the rain poured heavily over the Coral Sea.

    I sat in the water and fear turned to a giggle. I looked up and around me and just laughed.

    I felt like I was seeing a new side of a friend; a friend that I have known for a long time, for the first time.
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