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The last time I went to Cox's Bazar, I did not dip my feet in the water. Excluding the main city, Ramu is a jungle-like place a little further inland. In the morning, the silver water of Reju canal can be seen with the breakfast plate. In the middle, Sampan makes a loud noise. The next day, at a bamboo-walled restaurant at a bend, I stared at the sea with lemon chips and rice chips in a shrimp malaikari soup. Now it seems that two more days were needed. It seems that the day does not come again? One day the land wanted to sit by the sea crying. I think I shout and say why is the world so beautiful?
When will such a day come again? Why do you think the day is gone? In the morning and in the afternoon I tell myself to stay positive. Stay positive. That's why the disease got better ...
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