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You’re never coming home, he says laughing as he looks at my horse riding videos from the beach.

What he doesn’t know is that when I’m galloping on the beach and I find that sweet spot where Safira and I feel like one, the morning sun is shining on me and the surrounding hills and the tide is low on Praia do Moçambique I’m already home.

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