WE ARE SMALL

we travel.  Our mode of transport moves slowly – it has a bad engine.  Islands feel farther apart.  A benign bay becomes a tsunami in a bathtub and we are the rubber toy nearly floating.  we abandon ship.  On land we explore a baroque church, an unfenced road, dried figs and the small skeletons of elephants.  we still have the fig skeletons.

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