In damp semi-darkness, knotted nets are brought out. The rested boats are dragged offshore by half clad, muscled bodies. Performing a kind of languid dance, raspy voices sing to approaching dawn. Boat shadows and footprints enmesh to form pleasant mosaics in the sand.
The foamy waves attempt to swallow these sinewy figures as they dive in for their morning dip. Swaying boats reach the middle of the sea at daybreak. They slowly circle as the net is cast; it swirls and settles over the belly of furious waters. Silver shrimp with bulging eyes are caught in dozens, multi-coloured fish writhe for a last breath on the cold wooden floor. It is just the beginning of another day…
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