I napped at Panglao beach where the sound of the waves striking the white shore is beautifully measured. The rhythm lulled me to sleep and the wind stroke my face and my hair and flipped through the pages of the book that I hoped to finish but couldn't. When I opened my eyes everything was the way I first saw it. People sunned themselves on the sand. Boats rocked gently with the waves. The sea crashed onto the shore. And yet everything seemed like a dream.
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