Beautiful white sands welcome my feet
into the ocean, with their soft, wet, coarse
sensation. The ocean is warm and cool
at the same time. It tempts me to stay
longer without uttering a word. Its
temptation, I swear it, is stronger
than girls in bikinis, who want to have fun.
The Mombasa people too tempt you to stay;
they call you "brother",...
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