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Aug 15, 2006 03:24

Air wrestles through the blades of the palm trees. In the distance, the crash of waves as the Indian Ocean creeps slowly, past shadows of seaweed and bits of coral, up the beach to lap at the feet of stonetown. An equatorial night is dark and rounded, the shell of some sweet-sour fruit, full of secret stirrings. It lies still in its heaviness, ( Read more... )

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eleganteria August 15 2006, 15:44:13 UTC
I miss you, African Queen. Come back and see me sometime.

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littlechoes August 15 2006, 16:44:47 UTC
i miss you too. please come back soon. you're beautiful, you know. love.
peace
~meredith

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