Yesterday I watched the boats in the ocean from the roof of the hotel. Their sails lined the horizon in red, white, and blue. Their wood slid past the water around them gently. The wind blew until they vanished. Closer, by the beach blackened by sewage, a man searched for empty water bottles and dogs barked. Behind them the fishing boats twirled in circles held by chains that wouldn’t let them go.
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