• Neema Komba


Gravity wins when the fiery sun falls into the glittering sea, and the sky stains with hues of red. A light breeze strokes the calming ocean, and ripples kiss the open shore. Seagulls dance at its mystic descent, and ducks swim away in pairs, basking in the warmth of its dying embers.

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