Ah, those Cua Lo mornings. The sun popping up—peeking from the cover of the horizon. Arising in flamboyant flare. Hurling soft hues skyward and spilling them onto a gentle, lulling sea. The ritual of a Cua Lo sunrise…
Photos curtesy of Cua Lo local singer: Amy
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