Isolated island snuggled by sea foam, do visitors marooned nosh on badderlocks iced by turning waters or are earthly flora preferred buds to taste?

Lonely layers of cold stones, are pilots parachuted lost to sharky seas that surround or does your mythical bugbear leave behind neither survivors nor paw prints?

Silent space of seeming solitude, even with a most willyard desire to remain, how long can you withstand both waves and winds of time before your image fades away, with slides and bricoles of tearing terrain turning you into new before none? : )

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