Not quite a planet, an island to be exact, and a wee one with perimeter of about 1 km.
There were some really hungry monkeys on it. Not a coconut left on the trees and all the dustbins had heavy chains to lock down the lids.
They were so hungry that they ate strepsils.
They were so hungry that they became angry.
When you chased them they chased you back (because they could call your bluff having sniffed out your fear or perhaps they were schooled in game theory).
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A luminous orb arrayed in pale grey organza hung alone in the sky. If ever there was Galadriel…
The horizon was broken by moving clusters of lights from which occasional bellows serenaded the night, harmonising with the tireless lapping waves.
Waves so near that you wonder if you might wake up a mermaid or in a whale.
The expanse of night canvas invited melodies, throwing a bucket into the well of your heart to draw out…worship…for me it was worship.
The richness of life — at once simple and complex, perplexing and uplifting, terrifying and beautiful.
