Ibitha. uno.

Ibiza.

A town, an island, a world.

Where magic manifests reality and truth is a lie’s best friend.

Ibiza’s face is blank. I paint my expression onto it. Right now, I’m feeling randy. Back there, I’m feeling contemplative. And over here, I’m feeling blessed.

Above all else, I feel. From my bones to my skin. Everything pulses, pumps, and pushes.

Ibiza, I feel you.

 
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