Saturday, September 17, 2011

Better

My dad told that it's different from anything I could possibly imagine.
He said that the skies were bluer than any sky in the world.
He said that the grass was greener than any grass he has ever seen.
He said that the water was so beautiful and clear that you could look straight down and see the ocean floor.
He said that the sand was the finest in the Caribbean.
He said that the people strive to be genuine.
He said that if you were traveling behind a horse carriage, the dust would be the best tasting dust you could imagine.
La tierra
The earth, the dirt. It was better, more fertile.
It was just better.



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