Malaysia: Leaving the island
The sun peaked over the hills at the end of the island casting rays through the mist and the listless leaves of the palm tress following another night of heavy rain. Silvery waves crashed gently on the shore, cockerels crowed, crabs scooted sideways, birds chirruped and whistled and bats snoozed motionless on their branches. Why would anyone want to go home?
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