I am back...and I love Phuket.
It's sort of like a beautiful dream that stays with you long after you've woken up...it's not exactly like watching a thousand birds fly away in the sunset. It's a lot like finding a beautiful shell when you're eight years old and holding it like its the most precious thing in the world. It's quite similar to swimming in a pool of dark during the storm.
It's not exactly like that...but...as the Thai put it..'it's same same, but different.'
Phuket...I love you.
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