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The Promising Island
On his raft, the lone traveler was now at a couple of cable lengths from the two islands. He could distinctively see the trees.
He smiled. At last, he would have some fresh fruits to eat instead of conserves and salty ham.
To reach to forest, one had a cliff to climb. The other had a welcoming beach.
He chose the warm sand glistening in the sun.
The paradise of hope was clear.
Above all, for the inhabitants of the island, hungry cannibals, happy to see fresh meat.
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A. Ormulyce
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