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It was the star gazing sessions. The flow of the water on the radar tower. The peaceful and quiet evenings. The dinner time. The hydroid’s burnt. The turn-into-pumpkin time. The afternoon naps. The talking shyte sessions. The cold feet. The good looking glasses. The jumpers. The restless. The orange throne sofa. The Pink Floyd’s Another Brick on the Wall (!)
And the nudis.
. Hammerheads. Mantas. Whitetips. Maldives
I was indeed captivated. And blinded. But am smiling fondly for the memory. Thank you, may our paths cross again someday...