There is only one lone tree standing at the end of the road. It is not a Douglas Fir or a Red Wood. It is neither a Tapang nor a Meranti. But it is just a young sapling standing upright, come wind, come rain, come shine.
The sky is beautiful this morning. With very promising clouds. The waves come in small ripples, announcing all is quiet and peaceful.
The beautiful beach is lonely.
What will its future be like?
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