The waves came in slowly over the gentle slope of the beach and retreated even more leisurely. I walked on the black sand and reveled in the emptiness of the vast coastline. A flag kept fluttering on a moored lonely boat. Sampada, my wife and travel buddy for this trip, was talking to a fisherwoman who was sorting out the …
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