An Island Journey"Buckled up and snug inside an air-conditioned van, I lie waiting and patient for the travel that is to come."Time passes by as the vehicle droves,through the wondering curves of the olden road.Moving not as what has been built nor told,but as what the island had to behold.Oh, trees and rivers by dear you all boara beautiful scenery of nature's galore.With the sea who ties the western shores,thy sight alone a person will be in joy.Man and wild had never been so close,as I gaze through the beautiful and verdant rows.Houses of man and Gaia's gold,two opposites that now seems to hold.Oh Chronos, why must you be so cold?least m
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