Island Home
A home away from home
This is what we call it.
A place where no one but the locals
Linger longer than a day.
In the summer, tourists swarm the expanses
In search of instant sun and thrills.
But I am there for something more
Always something more.
I am there because I was raised there.
I am there because without it I would have no Eutopian escape.
I am there because it is where my family has lived and died.
I am there on that island because I cannot live without it.
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