September 27, 2008 – Gili Air, Indonesia
The sea breathes here. And in a boat perched atop her chest, we go up and down, up and down. There are geckos everywhere. They talk, too. Not to me, per say, but maybe to each other. I can’t be sure after all. Rachel says the chickens talk, too. But I’m not sure who has more to say.
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Thank you for giving me a chance to read more of your work.
Yay, Gili Air! Oh how I've missed that place, the talking geckos and chickens over this long winter.
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