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Took
a tour of Laulima
Farm where the word of the day was compost. Many wealthy people live in this area but I've heard it said the richest is Josh at Laulima because his soil is the most fertile after years of nurturing. His compost piles are large enough to swallow whole cattle carcasses, so hot they break down bone to dust. We chewed red coffee beans fresh off the plant and slurped the slimy purple insides of cacao. After that I took a walk along the shoreline cliffs where I was surprised by a horse. It was the first time I'd seen one there though it's common for them to be pastured hereabouts. After that came another, then another, each one taking its time, barely curious about me, until I counted more than 20, all of them docile and sweet. Their prodigious droppings attracted butterflies and when I got to the edge I watched a rainbow touch down on the ocean. Palm trees swayed in the breeze, a flock of white birds erupted into flight, and I stepped lightly through the sun-dappled grass, careful not to wake from the dream. |
