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By Christie Gleason Dear Cancun,
When I think of you, my thoughts form in Technicolor- vibrant reds, crystal clear blues, crisp whites- before fading into the colors of your sunsets- perfect pastels of purple, pink, and orange, your skies melting slowly into your ocean. I can hear a soundtrack of certain songs playing on a loop in my mind and can remember the golden light of your sun on my skin, scorching and relentless. The first time we met, I was a person I had never been before. I was heartbroken- sad, lost, and numb, the opposite of who I had always been. Going to see you was an escape for me, an escape from my city and the memories that lingered around every corner. I had never seen an ocean like yours before and when I set foot on your beach, it was practically therapeutic. Your white sand and perfectly blue, crystalline water lifted my heart and cut away at everything that had been weighing me down.
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By Kiley Shuffett Dear Grand Canyon, I will never forget the first time I saw you and how quickly my emotions took over. Or how you stole all the breath from my lungs and I began to cry, in the rain, at sunset, seeing you for the very first time. After 8 hours in a tiny car, the vastness of you was enough to knock me over. At first glance, you reached in and rattled my core. They write songs about that kind of thing. And if ever I need to make the case that “love at first sight” does indeed exist, I will take them to you. What a privilege it was to walk along your edges, dangerous and inviting...the most lethal and lovely combination. Relentlessly, you insist on pulling people closer; closer and closer to the edge, as close as they dare get before vertigo pushes them back to safety. A usually cautious and reasonable young woman, I certainly tested my limits with you. |
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