Oh, how that reminds me of my native homeland. The roaring waterfalls, the spralling trees, the wild baboons screaching in the night. I remember sleeping in my hamock, swinging to and fro with the sweet island breeze I commented to myself, wow, I would imagine that this place would be very much like a place on the mainland. Some place very tropical. Some where Pele, goddess of the volcano can spread her life giving magma, upon the palms. A place where the coconuts are broken upon the rocks. Thanks to you Zoe, I have found that place. That place is Oregon.
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ooooohhhhhhh! so pretty!
Oh, how that reminds me of my native homeland. The roaring waterfalls, the spralling trees, the wild baboons screaching in the night. I remember sleeping in my hamock, swinging to and fro with the sweet island breeze I commented to myself, wow, I would imagine that this place would be very much like a place on the mainland. Some place very tropical. Some where Pele, goddess of the volcano can spread her life giving magma, upon the palms. A place where the coconuts are broken upon the rocks. Thanks to you Zoe, I have found that place. That place is Oregon.
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