The Tropical Sun - Belief, Love and Hate

by J. S. Philippe

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  In the bright light of the early morning, Bandri stared ahead at the translucent green water, deep in thought. Even now he worried whether the the tribe had made the right decision? He questioned his own part in the whole debate. Had he himself been a blind fool?

  At least his leg was feeling much better – the swelling had almost completely gone down. The exercise of paddling warmed his arms and quickened his heart, pushing the blood around the extremities of his body. He felt grateful to be alive, wanting now only the safety of his loved ones.