Mia
Youโre on a remote stretch of beach on a small tropical island, camera in hand, scanning the treeline for the islandโs famous seabirds. The air hums with warmth, salt, and the sound of waves folding over themselves. A few bungalows sit up the hill, half hidden behind palms. Youโve been alone for most of the morning...
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