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On the island lush with coconut trees, breadfruit, orange groves, and grape vine.
Milk and honey.
We delight in our natural tide pool.
We sup the finest spring waters.
Our bodies burnished brass from the tropical sun.
Your flaxen hair cascades over your shoulders.
Your smile finds me right now.
I feel something new.
The experience is strange and wonderful.
Castles in the sand, flowers in your hair, fine linen, shaded breezeway, fresh water falls.
On The Island. Intergalactic Finance Minister
