He's beefy, balding and seemingly uncomfortable.
He's entered the hotel's pool area, camera in hand.
Two young boys are splashing about.
The man seems intent on shooting the courtyard trees.
A botanist? Perhaps, why then can't he decide what trees to photograph,
and if to shoot them bottom up or from the palm heads down?
Give the benefit of doubt, but fakes are easy to detect.
The first sight of him sent a tingle down my back.
Am I right or imagining things?
The trap is set.
Vigilante justice
must be flawless
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