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| Chapter Twenty-Five |

| The Murray River meandered and twisted through tangles of exotic willows and a forest of stringybark trees with their rough, yellow-brown trunks, manna gums with leaves that glinted like ice when the sun was behind them, and lianas draping their dense veiling over the green wilderness. |

| Ashton and Sasha stood at the rail of the paddlewheeler, their bales of wool secured in the hold of the boat. "It's so beautiful, Ashton," Sasha said, not having realized before how desperately she needed to relax. She sighed deeply. "I'm not sure if you can ever get me off this boat. Our troubles seem so distant from this deck." |

| "Aye, it is easy to place our recent tragedies from our mind while watching the river rippling along so peacefully," Ashton said, watching the white foam of the Murray. Slipping an arm around Sasha's |

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