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| Telefonkiosken i Kalbarri. Sanda her er rød, og i lyset fra en gatelykt om kvelden blir fargen dens ikke mindre intens. Telefonkiosken så så ensom ut at jeg gikk bort til den og klappet den litt. | The public telephone in Kalbarri. The sand here is red, and it positively glows below a streetlight after dark. The phone booth looked so lonely that I had to go over and make sure it was okay. | ||||||
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