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‘Whoopeee … check out how far we are fro to our small shadows on the sea’s surface

Noah just chuckles at my enthusiasm

As we glide effortlessly over the Baie des Anges, we enjoy stunning aerial views of the French Riviera’s sandy coastline, the turquoise blue waters of the Mediterranean, the rolling hills of Provence, and Nice’s historic streets As the boatas the boat slowly comes to a stop

‘Oh ain Splash Oops Ha, ha

‘You sh, as he catches me and holds me close to him

High froettable experience, I throw my arms around his neck ‘That onderful, Noah I loved it Can we go again?’

‘If you enjoyed this youwith me It’s even better You are not towed by a boat but driven by the sheer force of the wind, and you race through the sky’

‘Is that your hobby then?’

We start to wade back to shore ‘I don’t know if it is a hobby, but I like it’

‘Do you paraglide in England?’ I enquire

‘Usually in Nepal, the desert, or where there are mountains’

We are standing in the water, the waves sucking at our feet ‘Maybe you’ll take me with you one day,’ I hear myself say

Twenty-three

Tasha Evanoff

The Last Unicorn

We have lunch by the beach Salad Nicoise, fresh pasta with pesto, and hollowed out fruit and vegetables stuffed with , and we polish our plates off in quick time

‘What’s next on the itinerary?’ I ask, putting my fork and knife down

‘You choose Henri Matisse or Marc Chagallhis mouth

‘Marc Chagall,’ I say i at him ‘He’s actually my favorite artist’

‘How patriotic of you’

I shake ot nothing to do with it He was a genius I totally agree with Picasso who said, “The el in his head”’