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  • The White Island and The Hare.

    'You can't always be a rock, baby.
    Sometimes you get crushed by the waves
    But the end result is that your truth will shine,
    Bright as the sun on the land.

    The waves may make you aged
    But to me your light shines through
    As gorgeous as you were those days
    When we lay on golden sands.

    I'll be the towel on your beach, my girl
    You can lay with me all day.
    You can wipe the grains of life away
    Though your precious love will stay.

    And every day with me, my bird
    We'll catch the stars in our eyes.
    You can hitch a ride on my carpet, babe
    And we'll chase that Bora sunrise.

    I think you're made for the show world, girl
    You're just taking the long road there.
    You're not missing much up here, my doll.
    You've gotta push right through that fear.
    And I believe that in a thousand years
    You see, everything we do...
    Will send love around the world and back
    And that will bring me back to you. '


    Written: This is an edited version of an already poetic message I received from my friend Daniel Hare.
    Sent: February 2nd 2016

    Photo: Es Cana, Ibiza. July 2016.
    The toes belong to me.
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