On an island you can
see chameleons racing, or you can hear snakes rattling their tails. You can feel the wild winds slashing on your
face. You can also feel yourself sinking
in the sand. You can smell rotting fish
on the salty sand. I hop into my little sailboat. I see a flying fish, flying like shooting
stars. I watch them play in the shiny
water. I watched them for a long time. I sailed around the island two times, and
then I had lunch. The sun was sparkling
like one huge gem. Black birds flew
around a very high tree squawking.
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