There is an island adrift between Australia and New Zealand where time folds itself neatly like linen napkins at an old seaside inn.It’s small — just 8 kilometers across — yet it feels endless in the way certain silences do. Welcome to Norfolk Island — a place not made for rushing. Here, cows still roam freely, locals greet with a nod and a half-smile, and the ocean doesn’t crash — it breathes.…
