In front of me,I see the ocean in her grandeur roaring with life and the voice of thunderous awe. Around me was poverty...deformed beggers with empty bowls and a great stench emanating from their unwashed bodies,singing gospel songs to the ocean watchers to earn a little for their daily bread.Hungry dogs playing in the sands with their hides stuck to their skeletons.The pungent smell of marijuana embracing me within her arms.Two hundred meters behind me,
a grand five star hotel,towering the skies with her majestic angles and within her the rich and famous wining,dinning and smoking their thick cigars amidst rich foods and the smell of exotic perfumes. A perfect compliment of beauty with the beast.
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