As I said earlier, I can try very hard to move away from the beautiful flower of the frangipani tree, but I still return. Philip Island is all encompassing from my home on the clifftop of the southern end of the island. It doesn't matter where you look, Philip looms with her energies of ancient wisdom. Evidently my grandmother, who also lived at Flagstaff, was an artist and often painted the island. How can you not, when it's everywhere, you look! So. I've painted Philip and guess what? Yep. I've added frangipani!!!!!
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