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Written by Ashleigh Pegrum

I live on a small, sandy, dry island, about 50 kilometres from the mainland.

It’s early afternoon, and the hot sun is beginning its journey back to the horizon. There isn’t a cloud in sight, and the air is humid and sticky. Sweat is dripping from every pore in my thin body, and my grey singlet is sticking to my wrinkly skin, which, like everyone else around here’, is dark brown and lined from the sun. My friend and I are standing on the sandy ground outside a small hut with walls made of sticks and a roof made from bundles of tall, dry grass.

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