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| Beach raked clean by the buffalo.. sun gently peeping through a bank of clouds.. the quiet, stillness of morning time which I so enjoy.. |
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| all of a sudden, a lone fisherman in his bamboo boat is spotted.. |
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| He gets closer.. the South China sea is so calm, it could be a lake! |
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| What's this a swimmer?.. indeed.. |
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| The pink rays of the morning sunlight fill the sky.. the shadows of the distant mountains cast a grey blue hue.. |
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| The sea is like a mirror.. |
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| He's coming closer now.. and closer.. no engine.. just man power.. one oar in a round bamboo boat! Just amazing... |
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| I can now make out the clothes he is wearing.. and he gets closer, and closer.. |
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| And I can clearly see the bamboo weave.. |
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| He's scooping water?.. can't say why sorry.. |
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| And eventually I get to see his catch.. which he passes to somebody waiting on the shore.. freshest of crabs.. these will make somebody's lunch treat extra special.. |
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| and off he goes in the distance again.. mission accomplished.. |
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