Friday, September 7, 2007

Rip Curl & Sashamon

I arrived on island today... You can almost taste the sweetness of the air. It's soft, like the texture of whole milk on your tongue and the humidity wraps me up as if I am being cradled in an electric blanket. The smell of the plumeria is more than familiar, it's calming and the sound of the far off roosters - even at the airport - make me smile. I'm home. xo P.

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