My God, it's glorious. To be woken by swahili laughs, to step out into a world of sea and sky. Blue is separated only by soaring peaks of green and a thin necklace of gold on the quiet coast. Village huts glide by with distant curiosity; our own curiosity flashes happily back at them, reaching out to touch the gold and green. But we are sailing, softly, through a world of sky and sea. Through Swahili Laughs. Through the Glory of God.
"we are sailing, softly, through a world of sky and sea... through the Glory of God." --- nice
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