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[Da Zues Mon]

It's funny how my consciousness seems to be mirrored by the climatic characteristics of where I live; the tropics. One minute, beautiful sunshine rays, and the next, tornado warning.
I love where I live. It's beautiful. And so many beautiful things have their "danger" as well. Some dangerous things are considered beautiful.

Seems I got this island. Abundant with flowers, fruits. People only love coming to experience. Of course, they won't stay and endure the storms and "bad weather". They can only take so much of me till they don't want anymore. . They usually try to come back with season. Besides, nobody knows where this island really is exactly. Only I know how to get there