I visited Jamaica once, over twenty years ago. It was my first time outside North America, and my first time to the tropics. I remember green mountains, and waterfalls, and a winding road, and tiny run-down houses perched on the mountainsides.
I'm thinking of Jamaica tonight.
Hang in there, Jamaica.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
thinking of Jamaica
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