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The sea stretches before me, vast and bright and inviting. The air is salty, with a crisp aftertaste like a sip of iced water. Sailboats and speedboats leave foamy white trails in their wake. Two ferries are about to cross paths in the middle of their journey, their bloated white bodies lined with rows of tinted black windows. The sky curves overhead, like the interior of a great
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