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As we stood on the balcony, leaning on the railing, you could see the ocean and the curvature of the earth, covered in the liquid crystal, topped with solid snow coloured fluid and the ripples of the gentle blue giant's lunar fluctuations. The frozen stare of the lifeless dyed stitches of the weaved maple leaf seamlessly bring patronage to the land around. The hard icy pinch of the exposed metal on my 10 fingers,  and my upper hand froze them with the slightest touch. The damp, heavy, "fluid" filled my nostrils and clouded my thoughts, and the sloshes of the water blocked alien sounds in my ears. The mid evening breeze felt nippy but the warmth from the sun nulled the chill, making the whole set up perfect. As the sun dimmed, dropping behind the smoky green coniferous trees, a thought grew more dominant in my head; a wish, a longing, to have some sort of world remote, to have the ability to pause the earth’s natural beauty of the small, town like marine biology centre. The sun went away, and the day was completed its natural solar/lunar cycle, and we began our walk back to the hotel like dormitories, lead by our “fearless” teachers, like sheep dogs herding sheep. As I climbed into my jet black summer sleeping bag, I felt the warmth of the light blue cloth lining rub on my skin, I felt like I was glowing from the inside out. As I lay in my sleeping bag on my bunk, I reflected on the day that had passed, today was a good day.

2 Haikus from my trip to bamfield

I see reflections
the window is clear as glass
I feel stupid now


Damn you long, cold days
why can't it just be nice out?
guess it is the month

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