What would a mermaid's life be without fish soup? Under the light of the recent Supermoon, I was swimming off the coast of Rangoon when the scent of that infamous fishy broth, Mohinga, wafted over the waves to tantalize me. Recent events have made me afraid to live in these waters, but I must persevere. Amidst fear, hope will live in me, as I draw closer to shore in search of nourishment.
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