A line of restaurants lined one side of Eprapah Creek where I ate lunch. On the opposite side, the stream that branched out into a mini lake was lined with gum trees. My eyes were fixed on the water while I chewed on something, though I don’t remember what. Below, Eprapah Creek that flowed from Mt Cotton into Moreton Bay was about twelve kilometres long.
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