I still can't fathom what this beachcomber was looking for. He/She was patiently turning over rocks on the bank of the Li river near Guilin in china.
This person remained hereabouts, crouched down as my boat approached, drew alongside and then receded into the distance. The beachcomber's gaze never left the rocks, it was as though turning over the rocks was some form or ritual meditation for this person.
I suspect this person had been performing this ritual for many years before my boat drifted by and, I hope, for many years after.
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