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the drive was one hour & ten minutes not including traffic & accidents along the way the drive went through a giant hill, larger than a hundred houses stacked on top of one another the freeway lined the jungle like a strip of lace on a trim of velvet only it wasn’t as lacy, just as pretty as that & the jungle looked beautiful and really took my breath away: all the green and all the trees lazily looping about the whole thing emerging and then we were creeping toward the shore which was a straight jagged cut to the ocean like where the hairline & my mother’s forehead meet and we cruised right along the water just a little slow at first, because my mom is horrible with driving anything not an suv and i watched the great blue turn to green against the great brown of the rocks and the terracotta houses sat right on the shore like children too scared to go in but like dipping their toes “they’re all in risk of a tsunami hazard”, my mom said and i simply thought that maybe they chose it for that reason because the risk offers a reward so let them exist that being said — i’ve only ever known land but i was on the edge & i wanted nothing more than to leap in.
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Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC
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the drive was one hour & ten minutes not including traffic & accidents along the way the drive went through a giant hill, larger than a hundred houses stacked on top of one another the freeway lined the jungle like a strip of lace on a trim of velvet only it wasn’t as lacy, just as pretty as that & the jungle looked beautiful and really took my breath away: all the green and all the trees lazily looping about the whole thing emerging and then we were creeping toward the shore which was a straight jagged cut to the ocean like where the hairline & my mother’s forehead meet and we cruised right along the water just a little slow at first, because my mom is horrible with driving anything not an suv and i watched the great blue turn to green against the great brown of the rocks and the terracotta houses sat right on the shore like children too scared to go in but like dipping their toes “they’re all in risk of a tsunami hazard”, my mom said and i simply thought that maybe they chose it for that reason because the risk offers a reward so let them exist that being said — i’ve only ever known land but i was on the edge & i wanted nothing more than to leap in.
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Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 5:21 PM UTC
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