Under the swaying coconut tree, sitting on the crocodlie shaped log, soft breezes engulf me in their arms of air. While the sun drifts lazily across the sky in a sea of clouds.
Looking out to the horizon, the fin of a single, lonsome dolphin appears through the water. Then closing my eyes to the scene of the blue waters dancing waves, I breath in the scent of salty air.
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