On a prolonged ferry trip to a small, isolated island named Pemba, watching the Indian ocean unfold before you, one feels compelled to stare out at the sea. The peaceful deep blue expanse, with a solitary turquoise and white trailing into the horizon to mark where we came from, competing with the noises of children, families, people selling food or tying up their chickens. Mesmerized more by the sea than the people, I found myself singing to the ocean, a soundtrack to this trip i could never have anticipated: Don't throw your barbie dolls in the ocean There are more important things for them to do .....They're going to come back to manipulate you. Malibu beach party, how come I could never go? Barbie you have it all together, how come you always know what to
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