Friday, March 16, 2012

Queenstown, New Zealand

Above Queenstown, the bungee
jumpers and Jagermeister balloons
quieted beneath the afternoon
haze as the metal bucket zipped
into the sky. The ducklike honk
of the local accents absorbed
by the horizon, the country could
finally exist without a price tag,
as long as we held safe to our
return lift tickets.

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