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Dark Side

Last night I dreamt that I stood at the edge of a cliff and looked up at the light of the first house built on the dark side of the moon.

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Flight in the Morning

So here I was right, I am standing on the edge of a cliff that dropped forty feet into the ocean. I was sweating, I felt dizzy, but more important, I was hoping the birds flying back and forth in front of me would not change directions and come my way. The wind was strong at first, but it died down, and I closed my eyes and slowly, I felt like I was flying, with the birds now beside me. Then I felt the wind, warm as it bounced off my skin, then gently fades away, and the air was still and I was still.

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Sour to Sweet

Sour to Sweet

Ahhhh the tambran, the sweet, sour taste, I used to walked home from school in the hot tropical sun and I always had to walk by this tambran tree, now this tree was not in the usual place, nooooo, it had to be right on the edge of a precipice, dangling over the cliff, the ocean forty feet below, rocks stuck out of the emerald swirl. I stood looking at the tree, its branches laden with the with the desired fruit. In walked us to its trunk, the waves crashed against the rocks below. My heart raced up as I grabbed a low branch an hoisted myself into the tree. The branch bent under my weight and for a second I hesitated. But the lust for that sweet taste of tambran balls lingered in my mouth. I swung from branch to branch, filling up my pockets, and when they were filled, I filled up by book bag. I felt the wind whip around me, the salty taste of the air around me. I shimmied down the tree trunk, stumbled, grabbed some bushes and pulled myself away from the cliffs edge. I ran all the way home, into the kitchen, broke the tambrans out of their shells, got some sugar, flour, pepper and salt and mixed it in with the tambran. When all was mixed together, I rolled them into small balls and set them on a plate. I popped one in my mouth, ohhh the sweetness, ohhh the sour, I felt my eyes roll back in my head from the pleasure of it all. It was well worth hanging over a precipice to get to this moment.