Dear Deuce

Big Island

July 29, 2017
100 words ยท 1 minute read

Such emotion can be felt strongest at nights, when the downpour combined with darkness sounds dismal.

I quite understand that.

If I were an island, I would have many sullen moments when all I want to do is to wash those intruders off. Who wants traffic-choked streets, seasides swarmed with this happy, hurrying breed? Especially when you are an island mysteriously formed by some hot stuff from the center of the Earth, and are quite content with the way you are?

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