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you carry it. – part uno.

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ethereal green wall in the alley of a small town

powerful monument in the capitol city

broken pottery mosaic on the sidewalk

tree trunk art in the rainforest

luscious dessert art

bottles create stained glass in the walls of the turtle sanctuary

heart becomes part of the path

where the fairies might live in the rain forest

small storefront in the rain

night setting at one of our rain forest stays

hanging rain forest bridge to ?

fisherman’s boat waits for him on the river

flowers growing wild on the caribbean beach

near where the sea turtle laid her eggs the night before

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there was beauty of all kinds to be found in costa rica,

often in the most unlikely of places, in all its forms, as is beauty’s way.

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“when you leave a beautiful place, you carry it with you wherever you go.”

-amanda stoddard

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  24. I drew my hopes on a rich, pleated tree trunk once, between pieces of soft, cloudy moss that coloured my thoughts like a sky.

    I carried them down a rope bridge, disappearing in the misty between places, the scrawl between essays…

    the doodles where scratchy-scrawly notebooks become beautiful.

    My adventures don’t always look as cool as other people’s, or cover as much ground. But they sparkle with their own light, out on misty bridges.

    All my expeditions are ill-equipped and ill-thought-out and ill-advised. They’re doodled and scribbled and frequently crossed-out, or rewritten in the margins, waiting for someone to show me new bridges or big-hearted bus drivers.

    But when I wake in the night, covered in cold sweat and inexplicable raindrops, these are the adventures I am yearning for.

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