: Sitting on a beach chair in a suite overlooking the pool, I watched as clouds, soft as snow, drifted past. I waited for the seahorse to swim by drift among delicate coral, seaweed and a dreamlike underwater world in the glass sphere — as the pool water seemed to dissolve into the larger world. The light plays over the globe’s surface, like a magical, and the seahorse moves within its crystal clear prison, forever on patrol, thrust between its warm ocean and its cold, snowy world beyond.

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