costa rica
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I'm afraid.
I don't want to go near the water.
It's raging.
The raft is not safe.
My friends are not safe.
I am not safe.
Water rushing.
Other rafts passing.
Students splashing.
This year has come and gone, just look at my notepad:
I saw the good and the bad,
I laughed with someone really rad,
But what I saw would change the heart of the glad.
I can't ignore it.
The sun peaks perfectly through a gap in the mountain side,
illuminating the rising and falling tide that leaves a puff of mist on the shore,