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i stood at the banks of a small phuket beach. the andaman sea lapping lovingly against the tattered shore; the sun hanging it's coat up on the open blue sky.
a boy playing on a wooden make-shift swing being pushed by his father to my left; behind their silhouettes, the scintillating golden cast of a day ending.
the tall leaning trees ached at their bases. the roots exposed and vulnerable.
we met a family who recently re-opened their restaurant; the locals fearing the consumption of mollusks, for fear of taking into their bodies, the souls of the victims.
their lovely daughter sang a painfully lulling song which was haunting to experience. tears fell from her brown eyes as the breeze whispered past her lips.
there along the shortened beach, i could see where the teeth of the ocean savagely tore the flesh of the beach away from the wide body of the land.
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