Night painting in the jungle in the mist of sounds of crickets hymns, scents of ginger lilies and sweet bananas and shatters of the vibes in an exiting atmosphere, all alone with a spotlight by the end of a long cord, the house keys, and a knife.
Suddenly a breadfruit drops down and makes a bolt-hole noise in the lush powered plants. Shadows in the breadfruit- and coconut trees turns into figures.
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