The well know documented effected of "flah" occurs when ever we are brave enough to let go.
I am told it happens when ever you turn off Highway Number 1 outside Port Wakefield to head down York Pensinsula.
It certainly happens when you pass through Mount Compass on the way to the Eastern Fleurieu, and definitely happened on Monday morning when I woke at Port Elliott after a lovely Easter day with family. Vigorous walking, Easter egg hunting....the mad girl cousins 22-7 all giggling and laughing..nice food.
If you don't understand then simply take a deep breath and say ....Flahhhhh!
It captures the sentiment.
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