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Malapascua, 2014.

It was a long boat-ride. It made me question if we were going to live through it. It had been raining all day. The sea was rough. It was the very first time I contemplated the odds of a shipwreck, and if so, how was I going to survive. Then the island came into view. The sun shone. Nothing short of a miracle.

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