how it lives

“a lot of people look, but they don’t really see,” he said through crooked, brown and yellow teeth that, top to bottom, fit just like a puzzle piece.

“watch the aina breathe.”

the island, the land, it lives and moves. we saw it, with our own eyes. as the waterfall bellowed and raced into the pool below. forever unique,
but only ever ending.

life is magical, and things are changing at a level, a depth, i can’t quite grasp.

but i feel it. i do. as this island breathes gently through my dreaminess.


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