trust me, it’s paradise.
in the haze of infatuation, it’s just what you’ve been searching for all these years.

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new tribes, new jungle roads, new eclipses of the heart
sending regards to captain marcos as we embark.

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this is where the hungry
come
to
feed.

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|7|
on the open ocean for the first time
fresh
juicy
azul

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for mine is a generation that circles the globe
and searches for something we haven’t tried before.

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|8|
fat bodies float in saline marine baths as i glimpse
your long torso underwater,
a school of humans in kuna territory.

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so never refuse an invitation, never resist the unfamiliar,
never fail to be polite
and never outstay the welcome.

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the fire sting of dark red coral against my arm,
fire hue of my lower back skin and still

you and i

we land among the reef creatures
and tell each other the barracudas are much farther out

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just keep your mind open and suck in the experience.

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|10|
sunsick, seasick
sophie says in her tiny french voice,

“it is not the sea we should be afraid of.”

it is the land.

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and if it hurts, you know what?
it’s probably worth it.

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credit: the beach by danny boyle