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Island Hopping

Island Hopping

Literary
Three specks of mossy green behind her, she wonders, both legs dangling off the edge of the running motorboat, What would happen if islands could have memories like humans do? Would the first island remember the way its seaweeds twice her arm length tickled her cheeks and ears as she dove in deeper to get closer to a school of grey fish each the size of her fist? Would the second island remember her palms delving through the coarse earth for sand dollars of various colors— from ivory to graphite-grey— that she planned to take to the city? Would the third island remember the shifting of her legs and the wiggling of her toes as she buried them under the white sand almost as fine as baby powder? Yet if islands were to have memories like humans do, they would...