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Room 14 with the starfruit tree and pink blossoms out front and a Sala perfect for dances Stargazing and rain dances In the shadows of mother in the hearts of others i found the beat , the movements of time and space co - create I am part of the convoy to welcome in the rains of spiritual nourishment , for myself included What better place than black sanded temples of resistance and Art Cafe's with deep sea explorers as their musical accompaniment Searching for secret beaches only to find temple forests , vast cliffs of vast air and vast sea playing with the light that rains down in sheets to the ocean floor , refracting into golden hues of deep blue , white froth and aqua Finally a beach , packed to the brim
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
3 weeks in Paradise
Room 14 with the starfruit tree and pink blossoms out front and a Sala perfect for dances Stargazing and rain dances In the shadows of mother in the hearts of others i found the beat , the movements of time and space co - create I am part of the convoy to welcome in the rains of spiritual nourishment , for myself included What better place than black sanded temples of resistance and Art Cafe's with deep sea explorers as their musical accompaniment Searching for secret beaches only to find temple forests , vast cliffs of vast air and vast sea playing with the light that rains down in sheets to the ocean floor , refracting into golden hues of deep blue , white froth and aqua Finally a beach , packed to the brim
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Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 2:12 AM UTC
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