The island stretched around
her without water. She slept
in a tent, made fires, found
pitted fruits growing everywhere.
Tumbleweed was the closest
thing to a wild beast, careening
unpredictably. She found
her daydreams to be more
about hammocks than civilization,
she had no desire to write home.
Photo Source: The Knife and Me
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