The ocean. Clear blue-turquoise water. A beautiful beach, sand whose softness one can feel by simply looking at it. A palm tree. It’s quiet, it’s peaceful. Eden on Earth, perhaps. There are huts for tourists who seek to escape from their busy, day-to-day life and have saved enough money to afford a luxurious journey to the middle of nowhere.
This isn’t everything we see, though. The ocean that looks so clear carries waste, which washes up on the beach. Everything from plastic bottles to one-use forks and spoons . . .
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