on the way to a snorkelling spot, we passed pampered people's anchored toys. it was near the end of our vacation, respite from grim reality, looming horror. and yet the sea was greenish blue as if showing off enormous beauty sea winds blew clean salty smell! beneath the waves we followed small bright fishes. no place we had to be nothing we had to do. entertaining ourselves, while in remission. realise cruise ships have so many survivors, filling their last days with entertainment if not meaning.
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