Postcards: Visit the Caribbean



It’s paradise. If only Jon and I came before.

The reef’s an unending world, beyond touch. Snorkeling, you hear your breath, but your body disappears. Jeweled fish ignore you, swimming together in mazes.

I remembered it’s all dying, as a pink lace fan of coral slowly waved.



BIO: Claire Graman is a PhD student and budget bon vivant. She studies the curious phenomenon of gender and what made people laugh in the 1930s, specifically in moving pictures, but she spends most of her time riding Chocobos. She hails from Spokane, WA (it doesn’t suck), but now resides in the Willamette Shire of Oregon.

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