Waking up in the pristine sand underneath an improvised shelter constructed from palm fronds and a parachute, I looked across the beach, content in knowing I had survived another night. I couldn't help but think that being stranded on this tropical island was just like in that show Lost.
. . . except with a lot more chafing.
image © 2009 Joey Ciccoline,
text © 2009 Sean Wilson
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