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“At the end of the road they could see a sliver of the ocean, that same curling Pacific Ocean that had carried Captain Cook across the world in his little wooden boat. It shone like a thousand mirrors... like star upon star in the sky…
 
They ran. With one hand on their hats to stop them blowing away and the other outstretched, they sprinted. They ran to the edges of the earth, four schoolgirls for the last time…
 
And although it was the end of the day, for all of them it felt like morning."
 
From 'The Golden Day' by Ursula Dubosarsky