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I am deeply in love with the East coast of Bali. We are staying in a tiny fishing village at the Eastern-most tip of the island. Puffy white cumulous clouds are casting their milky reflections on the unobstructed ocean horizon. Waves lapping on the beach relax me like nothing else, and I wonder, is it because it might mimic the sound of rushing heartbeat propelled blood around the fetus in the wom...
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