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I said: 'The wonder that I feel is easy, Yet ease is cause of wonder. Therefore speak:/ I may not comprehend, may not remember.'
T S Eliot, Little Gidding, Four Quartets

Mahoot is little more than a sliver of land barely above water. Its beach is all white sand, littered with the ruins of dhows and the bones of whales, till mangroves take over.

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