I remember the first time I saw a flying fish, it was sunset
and we were drifting on a glassy sea off the coast of Malaysia. The sky was
painted in brilliant shades of yellow, pink and blue. An oil platform standing
in the distance contrasted with green mountainous coast.
Just then, as I was taking in the scene, a small fish zipped
across the surface of the water.
I was shocked, and then another. It was beautiful.
The next time I saw a flying fish, it was midnight on a
turbulent sea and the thing landed in my lap.
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