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Myriad colored fish swimming languidly disperse at the sight of the approaching predator. They take shelter among the seaweed swaying in rhythm to the water’s tune. Some rush for camouflage in the corals splattered with every color of the rainbow, twinkling with the semi-precious secrets they hold; polyps shy away from the guests. Others bury their heads in the sand like water-dwelling mini-ostriches. Hidden from prying eyes, they remain safe for a few stolen moments.
Bubbles break at the surface of the water from where seagulls are seen, squawking, as they fly away after a day of hunting for food. Wave after wave hug the shores of the beach; sand whiter and finer than snow stretch as far as the eye can see. Tufts of grass grow, solitary at first, then in wild abundance, joining arms to embrace delicate looking flowers. A lone rabbit stomps his feet as he chases a butterfly into the thicket of trees that take the reins from shrubs for the right to grow. Palm trees catch the fading light on their fronds, halting its linear journey, as the setting sun blazes the sky with a fiery redness one last time before it surrenders to sink into the sea.
The sky is left with a mélange of magenta and purple that slowly morph into darker shades, until the boundary between the heavens and the dark waters disappears. Peaceful darkness settles on the land, giving cover to blemishes that would stand out, ugly and repulsive, under the harsh light of the sun. Tranquillity is fragrant in the breeze that wafts from water to land, blessing leaves and petals of flowers; it carries just a hint of the taste of sea salt.
Beyond the woods are homes cherishing every possible luxury. Uninvited but always welcome, cool wind blows through the windows of a house, ruffling Barbie’s hair as she sits at the window sill. Perhaps, she waits for Ken to magically materialize out of thin air and call out for her to throw down her golden locks so that he may climb up her tresses and rescue her. Barbie’s glazed eyes are locked on a shadow that moves under the rule of the forgiving darkness to clamp a hand over the mouth of her owner. She is thrown on her bed, bent over. Pocahontas smiles from the bedcover. The screams remain imprisoned in her tiny chest. Only the tears, scalding from the humiliation and pain, are free to escape.
Welcome to paradise...
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